Let’s get straight to it – I hate, no, I abhor flip flops/thongs that you wear on your feet not on your ass (that’s a whole otherĀ issue). Today, The Stylish Vegan and Mrs. Stylish Vegan were on an ill-fated trip to an outlying island. People really live out here? Of course they do in their circa/perpetual (I’m into slashes tonight) hippy, tie dye, throw back 1960’s lives. Forget capital punishment, just send them out to this god-forsaken hell-hole.
To get to this “Woodstock of the 2000’s” one must take a ferry. And no ordinary ferry, it’s one that you have to wait 1 fucking excruciating hour to get on. So when you have this much serious downtime, you tend to notice the natives who are inevitably performing such tasks as heavy boulder-moving landscaping while wearing, you guessed it, flip fucking flops. Do I look like I’m joking?
I must admit, The Stylish Vegan owns a very loungy set of foot thongs. They work wonders when fetching the morning paper and munchingĀ my Optimum Power cereal. But that’s it. Period, end of discussion. I would NEVER even admit the thought to my superior brain of wearing these uncomfortable and dangerous feet apparel beyond that. I don’t care if they give them away at the Kumbaya Vegetarian Fest, they are hideous and tortuous to anyone who wears them outside of slipper world.
And it gets worse! There are those moronic feeble-minded Republicanesque creatures who wear these things with, get ready…cargo shorts! Are my feet sooooo hot that I must wear these plastic dollar store “look at me, I’m so laid back” pieces of shit on my feet that I have to prove I really am in school at Arizona State by completing the idiocy with cargo shorts? Oh my fucking goddess!
You have the blessing of The Stylish Vegan to seek out these jackasses, especially those who show up for dinner at a restaurant wearing the unthinkable, to find the nearest 2×4 and muster up all the energy you thought you never had, and let it loose upon said cargosian thonger. Believe me, you will feel fulfilled and satisfied.
Sorry about the violent overtones but what do you expect when you throw flip flops and cargo shorts together in an orgy of tastelessness?





