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You Are Furry Boots

They're not just boots. They're your dancing shoes!

What Kind of Boots Are You?

That's pretty close: This morning, I decide to dress all girly, because it's sunny and because it's Friday. I put on stilettos, a Stepford Wives kind of skirt and a pink top. I get in my car. I drive over a screw, not a nail, a big fat screw muthafucka that someone's carelessly left on the road. My tyre rapidly deflates. Luckily, because I'm so flaky and feminine this morning - I happen to deflate near a garage. I pull in.
Trip over stiletto and send it flying across the mechanics workshop. He has to change the tyre for me, of course, because I have no idea 1) what a monkey wrench is and 2) I have no idea what's even going on.
Feel dumber than Dolly Parton. I flick my hair and casually ask if they can also have a look at my airbags, because the light is flashing on my dashboard.
"Sure," he says. And nonchalantly pulls back the seat and plugs the cables that clearly state "Airbags" on them, back together.

Thank him profusely and hot tail it out of there.

Then, get crapped on by my boss because 1) I'm late and missed a conference involving Miss South Africa (woohoo hold me back) and 2) I can't change a tyre.

For fuck's sake.

You are Flat Sandals

Casual yet flirty You look great in a simple top and jeans Your look is approachable and cute!

What Kind of Sandal Are You?