the last image captured of bruce and on the last thing he was seen holding....
"benny infants footwear is up 200% today !!"
.....just one of the many quotes that could be used as evidence to prove that this rare living man/machine exists in the footwear universe.
THE MIGHTY BRUCEE-DORR.
maybe a myth maybe an urban legend too weird to live, too rare to die.
so whats the brucee-dorr's purpose in life, to sell shoes! with ofcourse the ultimate advice and knowledge. Yes i have had the oppurtunity to study under the mighty mans teachings but i have been quite ignorant as his proffessionalism can be sometimes unsurfaced at times when ive walked past and seen a shoe out of place, or around the wrong way. :O
HOW COULD THIS OF HAPPENED i think to myself as all the fears and...and whirlpools and hells and darkness come crashing into me the one man the one machine i truly admired , has screwed up ? was i better than him ? had i surpassed him ? have i ?.
I walk in an aurora beam of light... a laser, pierces my pupil
"ahhhh fuck!"
the bright lights of the store have reflected off brucee-dorrs head blinding me, How many other people had he done this to? , was he aware of this power ?, was he doing it to me on purpose ???
"prick." i thought to myself as i rubbed my eyes. when my vision came to i gazed around footwear. Magnificent...everything in place. shoes around the right way. but there was a problem. a flaw. in the great mans department. No customers. the soul ingredient to a successful brew of his teachings. It struck me the light beams. they had steared the customers away.
"benny do you know anything about this shoe that was ordered in" - oh mi gawwwdd hes talking to me....hes acknowledging me. i looked at him...i observed him his chest hair was growling at me lashing out from the v-neck of his pearl black top. it was fearce. his fanny pack, looked to appear as if it were frowning...but i couldnt figure out why.
"nah brucey boy i know nothing about it mate" i thought about the shoe...yes i did order that in but where are the details...i couldnt remember so i lied...
"must have been butt pirate mate, you know what he's like" we share a giggle, like old pals.
were pals i realised now. the one thing that could bring us closer is the one thing i hate most, and the one thing that could possibly kill me. (disease)...
I thought about bp. his talking parrot, gay. his wooden leg, gay. his eye patch, on his right eye...so gay.
So where do you find this man /machine Brucee-dorr the flying shoe horn.
sometimes theres a little red laser that zooms around...it can sometimes be seen broken down on the side of the road...or you could see the beast riding his bike, some say look its martino , some say look its just brucee-dorr the flying shoe horn...skinny bastard.
8=====D
.....just one of the many quotes that could be used as evidence to prove that this rare living man/machine exists in the footwear universe.
THE MIGHTY BRUCEE-DORR.
maybe a myth maybe an urban legend too weird to live, too rare to die.
so whats the brucee-dorr's purpose in life, to sell shoes! with ofcourse the ultimate advice and knowledge. Yes i have had the oppurtunity to study under the mighty mans teachings but i have been quite ignorant as his proffessionalism can be sometimes unsurfaced at times when ive walked past and seen a shoe out of place, or around the wrong way. :O
HOW COULD THIS OF HAPPENED i think to myself as all the fears and...and whirlpools and hells and darkness come crashing into me the one man the one machine i truly admired , has screwed up ? was i better than him ? had i surpassed him ? have i ?.
I walk in an aurora beam of light... a laser, pierces my pupil
"ahhhh fuck!"
the bright lights of the store have reflected off brucee-dorrs head blinding me, How many other people had he done this to? , was he aware of this power ?, was he doing it to me on purpose ???
"prick." i thought to myself as i rubbed my eyes. when my vision came to i gazed around footwear. Magnificent...everything in place. shoes around the right way. but there was a problem. a flaw. in the great mans department. No customers. the soul ingredient to a successful brew of his teachings. It struck me the light beams. they had steared the customers away.
"benny do you know anything about this shoe that was ordered in" - oh mi gawwwdd hes talking to me....hes acknowledging me. i looked at him...i observed him his chest hair was growling at me lashing out from the v-neck of his pearl black top. it was fearce. his fanny pack, looked to appear as if it were frowning...but i couldnt figure out why.
"nah brucey boy i know nothing about it mate" i thought about the shoe...yes i did order that in but where are the details...i couldnt remember so i lied...
"must have been butt pirate mate, you know what he's like" we share a giggle, like old pals.
were pals i realised now. the one thing that could bring us closer is the one thing i hate most, and the one thing that could possibly kill me. (disease)...
I thought about bp. his talking parrot, gay. his wooden leg, gay. his eye patch, on his right eye...so gay.
So where do you find this man /machine Brucee-dorr the flying shoe horn.
sometimes theres a little red laser that zooms around...it can sometimes be seen broken down on the side of the road...or you could see the beast riding his bike, some say look its martino , some say look its just brucee-dorr the flying shoe horn...skinny bastard.
8=====D
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