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[Ello Sailor]

Crocs rule. Don't listen to these bozos, Doug.

[dad]

card carrying bozo, here.

[Chris_H_2]

You guys wear short overalls too?

[96583UP]

what color crocs you guys flexin

[Bammer]

Croc Around Barack

[B]

what color crocs you guys flexin

I own red, but if I had it to do over I'd go pink and purple tie dye.

[96583UP]

what color crocs you guys flexin

I own red, but if I had it to do over I'd go pink and purple tie dye.

i've never owned them, but could see myself going mint green

[Higgs]

Crocs are totally fine as a choice of shoe wear*.

Spoiler: show

If you are under 8 or over 80

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I don’t care if they’re comfortable, I could never wear such a hideous thing on my beautiful feet.

[Ello Sailor]

The sneans contingent has weighed in. That's settled, then.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I don’t know what that means.

[Chris_H_2]

I mean, why not just graduate straight to Rockports? Hell, you might even get a coupon for some discounted tapioca while you’re shopping.

[dad]

I mean, why not just graduate straight to Rockports? Hell, you might even get a coupon for some discounted tapioca while you’re shopping.

Let’s leave the tapioca slander out, please and thank you.

No way it deserves to be lumped in with bad footwear.

[96583UP]

i feel compelled to buy crocs

no one is wearing them around me anymore

i could wear them and be that guy

[96583UP]

fuck these are ugly as fuck

[Ello Sailor]

People who wear crocs know exactly what they're doing -- they just don't give a shit.

People who wear AirMax w/ blue jeans are painfully unaware of how dorky they look.

The latter is much more criminal.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

People who wear crocs know exactly what they're doing -- they just don't give a shit.

People who wear AirMax w/ blue jeans are painfully unaware of how dorky they look.

The latter is much more criminal.

Go suck people!

[Higgs]

People who wear crocs know exactly what they're doing -- they just don't give a shit.

People who wear AirMax w/ blue jeans are painfully unaware of how dorky they look.

The latter is much more criminal.

I feel personally attacked!

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Rangi Guy]

Of all the dumb shit that I've seen on here - I was not prepared for there to be a pro-croc clique happening