Inspected by Number 27

(“Let’s see… side tread depth acceptable… stitching uniform across entire shoe… However, I’m picking up a faint odor of moldy cheese mixed with armpit sweat. I’d better send this one back and alert the production line.”)


Time to replace those Odor-Eaters, Michael B.



  1. My goodness, I could barely see the little butterfly against that pebbly cement! He’s probably so stunned by the proximity of stinky tennies that he can’t move! (moldy cheese AND armpit sweat?! Blech!!!!)