Hunting Trip

Author – Canyon

Me and four friends went on a competition hunt with our dogs (no animals hurt) for the first time alone. Tony 15 years old, the youngest Tim at 17 years old was the oldest. We begged our parents to let us go. On the first night of the hunt, we walked about 2 miles and came to the Red River that divides Texas and Oklahoma. The dogs crossed the river first and Tim and Barry convinced Tony and me to follow. We learned that the river was shallow on one side but deep on the other. As we were crossing, the bottom suddenly dropped out and we were washed down the river. We managed to grab onto a tree in the middle of the river, but with the water rising from rain upstream, we were in trouble. The other guys went for help and some older hunters arrived. They told us to let go and swim to safety. I let go and made it to shore, and eventually, Tony gathered the courage to do the same. As he reached the bank and grabbed the rope, was pulled to safety. Tony was lying on the bank it was dark Despite the scare, we all made it back to camp safely. And fell asleep as soon as we laid down. The next morning, we woke up, Tony woke up last crawled out of his sleeping bag walked out to the campfire The rest of us had been up for a while talking about last night he sat down and asked where’s my other shoe who took it not funny. We all looked at him his sock was stained red from the water and walking in the red dirt. We thought he had kicked it off in his sleep last night He took the one he was wearing off and put it by the fire to dry it while he went to the camp shower and showered and put on clean clothes we looked for the missing shoe but had no luck, we decided he lost it in the river and nobody noticed because we were so scared last night Tony came back sat down put on his socks and shoe ask if we found his other shoe we told him what we thought had happened he hopped to the tent and started looking for it came back out said we had it and it wasn’t funny. we finally convinced him we didn’t take it he was so mad he wanted to head home, but we had one more hunt before we left. Stuck in camp with only a Nike and a sock to wear, Tony watched as Tim left to hunt with Tony’s dog they both claimed second place. As we packed up camp to head home Tony looked through everything trying to find his shoe, we made a pact to keep our adventure a secret, fearing we would never be able to repeat it if word got out. Tony reminded us he only had sock to wear, but nobody commented on it. When we stopped for gas, Tim suggested that Tony wear the lone Nike and simply take it off once he got home to avoid suspicion and, in the morning, say he couldn’t find it he had it last night. Then we could figure something out. we got home late. The next morning When We arrived to pick Tony up for school and asked if he was ready, He said his mom and Dad had already left for work He didn’t get to tell them he couldn’t find his Nike and he wasn’t going to go missing one shoe. Tim said you have to go or they will ask questions. He said he wouldn’t go wearing one Nike and a sock Barry and I arrived Tim told us Tony said he would not go wearing one shoed so we started urging him to just go without it then he could say it was stolen are lost at school to avoid ruining our chances of going hunting again and being grounded. He said no, so we carried him to Tim’s truck, Tim grabbed his Nike and we left for school. When we got to school Tony put on his shoe got out very mad and walked to the building. Throughout the day, we kept telling him that it was better for him to wear just a sock on his foot than risk getting caught. Not sure what he will do but we will most likely be in trouble.

Broken Zipper

Author – Anonymous

Ever wondered how a single shoe gets on the side of the road? Here is how. Once the zip of one of my combat boots broke.

I had already endured a long day, leaving me exhausted and notably irritable. I was walked home along the sidewalk, a bustling road to my right. Though the hour was late and the road relatively quiet, save for occasional passing trucks, fatigue weighed heavily on me. Suddenly, I felt the unsettling sensation of my boot loosening.

Kneeling down to inspect the issue, I found the zipper of my boot in a sorry state, completely broken. With a frustrated sigh, I shifted my foot and watched as the boot opened even more, exposing my foot inside, clad in a dark grey sock. This discovery only added to my irritation, especially considering the exhausting day I had just endured. Reluctantly, I resumed walking, each step causing the heel of my foot to slip out of place. Have you ever tried walking a long distance in unzipped combat boots? Trust me, it’s neither enjoyable nor easy. While I may occasionally wander around the house with unzipped boots, doing so over long distances is a different story altogether, and for good reason.

As I was walking a large truck whizzed by at high speed, its roaring engine momentarily consuming all my attention. Mesmerized by its speed and power, I found myself lost in this distraction, oblivious to my surroundings. I absentmindedly took a few steps forward, my eyes still locked on the fading silhouette of the truck. With an unexpected jolt, I felt a sudden release of pressure around my foot, followed by a peculiar sensation of weightlessness. Bewildered, I glanced downward, only to realize, to my horror, that I had stepped completely out of my boot!

Frustration surged through me like a tide as I turned around, my gaze burning with annoyance at the untimely mishap. There, lying on the pavement, lay my abandoned boot, a stark contrast against the dull concrete, while my foot stood exposed, clad only in a dark grey sock. With an exasperated huff, I stooped down to retrieve my lonely boot from the pavement.

Just then, a passerby approached, casting a strange glance at me and my socked foot. It was clear he had been walking behind me, witnessing the entire ordeal unfold. Given my imposing stature as a big, muscular guy, I could only imagine how peculiar the scene must have appeared—me standing there on the sidewalk in just one boot, my exposed socked foot firmly planted on the pavement. Irritated, I shot him a challenging glare. Sensing my displeasure, he quickened his pace and hurried past me.

I inspected the broken zipper and puller several times, but I realised it wasn’t fixable. Frustration surged within me, igniting a wave of anger. Without a second thought, I flung the useless boot onto the road in a fit of rage. In that moment, my fury eclipsed any concern for the fact that I now only had one boot remaining. I stood there, seething, as several trucks drove over it, finding it strangely satisfying.

Still simmering with irritation, I trudged homeward. Walking with one thick-soled boot and one sock felt awkward, throwing off my balance and causing me to tilt slightly with each step. Strangely, having both feet in just socks felt even more ridiculous somehow. As I made my way home, the stares from the few remaining people outside only added to my discomfort. I looked down seeing my left foot encased in a boot while my right was left bare, clad only in a dark grey sock. I could keenly feel the uneven ground beneath the sole of my socked foot, though thankfully, the thickness of my sock provided some measure of protection.

Upon arriving home, I swiftly disposed of the remaining boot in the garbage container stationed out front, feeling a surge of liberation as I stepped inside, wearing only socks.

Orange Socks Part 13

Author – Jman

Ryan and Andy had gone back home and shared with their friend Jake how they got arrested in this small town for littering and how they were required to give up their shoes to a thrift store and had to do two weeks of community service with just bright orange socks on their feet. Jake listened intently. Jake did not like to wear shoes and often went places in just his socks. The idea of having two spend two weeks in just socks appealed to him.

Jake decided that he was going to visit that town, break the law and wear the orange socks. Jake went to the convenience store and bought a candy bar. He walked down the street and when he saw a police car, he threw the wrapper right on the ground right in front of the officer. This puzzled the officer because it almost seemed like Jake wanted to get caught. The officer came toward Jake to arrest him for littering. Unlike so many others, Jake put up no resistance as he was placed in the police car. Jake’s heart started to race as he thought about what was going to happen to him. He was well prepared to lose his shoes. As he sat in the back seat of the police car, he began to unlace his timberland boots and slipped them off of his feet exposing thick white socks.

When they arrived at the station, Jake gave his shoes to the officer without being asked. The officer was surprised. Most offenders refuse to take off their shoes until they are forced to comply. The officer took the shoes, put Jake in the holding sell and followed procedure and took the boots to the thrift store.

Jake was then taken to the courthouse. He loved the feel of his white socked feet against the pavement. He saw others in orange socks doing lawn work at the courthouse and loved the idea that he would soon be joining them. He then appeared in court and pleaded guilty to the charge of littering. He made no defense or excuse. He was sentenced to two weeks of community service and was put in the custody of the community service manager.

He was taken to the bunk house and given his pair of orange socks. Unlike so many others, he did not mind donning the bright orange socks. The community service manager was puzzled by Jake’s positive attitude. Jakes then said, “You break the Law, you wear the orange socks. I had this coming.”

Jake was assigned to work at the diner. He cleared the tables with a smile on his face and orange socks on his feet. The customers had never seen anyone with orange socks smile while they worked. During his two weeks Jake also pumped gas, swept streets, painted fences and did yard work wearing the orange socks. Jake really enjoyed the experience of being able to help people and to wear just socks on his feet, two things that he loved to do.

When Jake’s two weeks of service were finished, Jake went around the town wishing everyone the best. No one has ever done that before. Jake then took one last look at his boots on the shelf in the thrift store and left town wondering if he would come back again to break the Law so he could once again were the orange socks.

Jack on the Bus 2

Author – Jack

Jack’s trainers and phone where at the lost property office, much to his relief. His brothers white Nike Court Vision trainers where by the front door, Jack decided to wear them to go and collect his own trainers.
The lost property officer asked curiously as to why so many shoes were found on the bus, Jack wasn’t keen to admit the truth so said he and his mates were drunk and stupidly thought it would be fun to abandon them.
The guy said the fun would now cost £10 to retrieve them.
“I have to pay to get my shoes back?” Said Jack.
‘Get your mates to share the cost.’ Said the guy as he gave Jack a bag containing not only his shoes but the others too.
Jack was reluctant to take all the shoes but didn’t want to admit to lying.
His phone was dead, he would have to charge it at work.
He hurried home and got confronted by his younger brother for wearing his Nike Courts.
‘Just because you lost your own shoes doesn’t mean you can wear mine.’ Said his brother Nick.
Jack had no time to argue, he kicked off his brothers trainers and hurried up the stairs in his socks to get changed for work.
Jack emptied the bag of shoes onto his bedroom floor, he still felt guilty about taking them, his Air Force Ones were looking grubby, he noticed the drunk guys black loafers. He put them on, a snug fit with his white sport socks, he changed them for a pair of black ribbed socks, the shoes fitted perfectly he looked quite smart.
A busy teatime rush of workers grabbing a beer before heading home had ended, the other barstaff went home leaving Jack alone until closing time. His newly acquired loafers had been comfortable on his feet especially when he could slip in and out of them allowing his feet to cool from the AC.
Later that evening the place was empty until a young guy entered. As Jack poured his pint, the guy said he had lost his shoes the night before, it was the drunk guy from the bus. Then the guy remembered talking to Jack at the bus stop.
‘Did you see who took my shoes on the bus last night?’ He asked.
Jack’s face was bright red as looked at his feet. This hadn’t gone unnoticed by the guy who leaned over the bar and looked at Jack’s footwear.
‘You’re wearing my shoes!’
‘I can explain!’ Said Jack.
‘You stole the shoes off my feet, I’m calling the police!’
Jack told him to calm down as he tried to explain but the guy wasn’t listening he was too angry. The guy demanded his shoes and free beer or he would definitely call the police. Jack removed the loafers and passed them over the bar, then poured the guy another pint.
Jack was feeling pretty pissed off, it had cost him £10 to retrieve the shoes and now he would have to pay for this guys beer too! He still had no shoes on his feet and none of it was his fault.
After several pints, the guy left carrying the loafers leaving Jack shoeless. More customers arrived, as Jack stood serving behind the bar he could feel his socks sticking to the dirty beer stained floor.
Eventually Jack closed up and headed for the bus stop. Another bus journey home in his socked feet, fortunately wearing black socks made his shoeless feet less noticeable.
As the bus headed out of town Jack switched on his now fully charged phone. He reviewed the video from last night. The camera view from the bus floor showed several pairs of feet. Two pairs removed their trainers, then Jacks feet came into view, he watched uncomfortably as he took his own trainers off. After a while his and the other socked feet disappeared down the stairs of the bus followed by the teenagers. As he was about to stop the video the teenagers feet reappeared, he listened to their conversation.
‘Did you recognise the guy who took off the Air Force 1’s? It was Nicks older brother.’ Said the voice of the masked teen who Jack thought he knew last night.
Then Jack remembered his conversation with his brother earlier. How else would Nick have known about him losing his shoes. He was feeling pretty angry as he rode the bus home in his socked feet again but a smile appeared on his face. His brother and his mates had some explaining to do!

The lad in the tram

Author – Emil

A few days ago, while riding on a rather crowded tram I accidentally noticed a boy of about 15-16 years old. He was dressed in a navy blue jacket, grey jeans, navy blue Fila canvas sneakers and the top of short black socks were also visible. His right shoe was untied and the ends of his shoelaces were dragging along the floor of the wagon. He had headphones in his ears. I don’t think he realised he had an unlaced shoe. I didn’t pay much attention to him.

As the tram approached my stop, I noticed that this boy was heading for the adjacent pair of rail car doors.

The tram stopped and I got off, and so did that boy. The doors closed, the tram started and then I heard a rather loud shout.

That boy was standing on one leg, his right foot raised. And he wore only a black, very short sock on it. The shoe had disappeared. It wasn’t on the platform either. I realised that his unlaced sneaker must have fallen off his foot and stayed on the tram.

“Oh no! What am I going to do now?” I heard.

Then he noticed me looking at him and tried to hide his foot in a sock behind the calf of his left leg.
I suggested that he could take the next tram to the end of the route, it was only a few stops away, and there look for the lost shoe in the tram we both got off.

“I know,” he said, “But I have a history test. I might not make it in time.”

But when the tram arrived, he hesitated for a moment and got on the carriage nonetheless.

I’m curious, did he find his shoe or not after all?

Lost a shoe at the concert

Author – Brandon

This is just a longer version of the story how i lost my shoe in school concert.

Few months back my school had a concert, they are held annually and the students are allowed to apply to be part of the crew. The crew are usually consisting of ushers, technician and so on. The members of the School Student Representative club are automatically registered to be part of the crew. The roles are chosen randomly and i got selected into the usher team.

As usual we had practices and everything went well. During the event day, on a Friday, we were required to show up by 8am for the preparations of the stage and arrangements of the seats. I worked all day long and the guests were told to start coming in around 5pm onwards. Thats where my team works to lead the flow of people and getting them seated from the registeration counter to the seating area.

Okay, since i was working since the morning, moving here and there plus with the hot weather, i was literally drenched in sweat but luckily we were given tshirts to wear to identity as crew. My socks were full of sweat too since i was wearing AF1s, they breathe quite bad too, thats a wrong decision too. I had chosen to wear some $2 dollars socks too which made things a little worse because my feet were slipping in the shoes.

Survived through almost the entire event but towards the ending, i got a little chaotic because of people partying and people were starting to leave as well because the car park would get jammed. Midst the event, a group of people were pushing the crowd in attempt to leave the event. As i was trying to slow them down, my shoe got wedged between some few other people causing me to lose when i was trying to move. I did look back to get it but i wasnt able to find it, i abandoned that group of people and tried to locate my shoe but i wasnt able to get hold of it, so anyways i went ahead and stood by the railing as i was afraid of getting my whitesocked feet getting stepped on

I eventually left the scene to the backstage as i couldn’t do much with one shoe. Few people did noticed and asked what happened, but my only fear was my socks were quite smelly and someone did come up to me and told me that my sock was quite smelling bad and i just laughed them off. It was quite obvious i was missing a shoe as my sock was dirty. Alots of mistakes from choosing the wrong shoe and not choosing to wear a proper Nike socks.

After the event, i wasnt able to find the shoe as well, either it got dragged away or someone took it and no idea what they going to do with a single shoe that probably smells too. Ended up leaving with a shoe and it was an hell of an experience:(

I did take some pics for memories, attaching them here as well.
https://ibb.co/3zVvqv8
https://ibb.co/3mXLhzS

these pictures were at the usher room, not the backstage area

Almost lost my sneakers

Author – Shoeless Sub

I was visiting a nearby town and at the end of the day checked in at a local hotel. I undressed in the room and took off my sneakers – a pair of Air Jordan 1 Mid. Now, they were pretty old, and I walked almost all day, so when I took them off my feet they smelled really bad. So I figured I’d want to leave them somewhere for a while so the smell wouldn’t spread in the room. I thought about leaving them right outside the room by the entrance but was afraid that the cleaning lady would think they are garbage and throw them away in the morning (it was getting late, and I was really tired). I ended up opening the window and putting them on the exterior windowsill. They were wide enough for my size 45 Jordans, so I placed them there and went to bed.

Well, as it turns out I should have considered the weather. Apparently it was really windy at night and rained heavily at some point, so when I woke up in the morning to retrieve my sneakers, they were gone. I looked down and realized they had dropped on the third floor terrace, in a puddle of water. (I was living on the 6th)

I tried to retrieve the shoes myself, so I hastily changed and headed to the third floor in my navy-blue crew socks. I met people in the hallway and they just stared at my socked feet, which made me feel really embarrassed. Once I reached the third floor, I realized that the massive terrace was a staff only work area that I had no access to. So I headed downstairs to the reception to ask for help. Now, I woke up pretty late, and many people were starting to check out, so by the time I reached the ground floor there was already a line there. Waiting in line meant more people staring at my feet, which made me feel even more humiliated.

When it was finally my turn, I had to explain to the receptionist what was going on. The guy at the reception tried really hard to not smile and promised he would send someone to retrieve my sneakers. I asked to go with them, but he said it rained outside, and I would certainly wet my feet since I was only wearing socks.

I waited in the lobby and had to enduring another twenty minutes of strangers’ staring, until finally a mechanic showed up, with my sneakers in hand. He informed me that because it rained last night, my shoes were soaked in rainwater. And although he did not directly say it, I knew he thought my they smelled really bad, because I could smell something rotten when he was holding them. Anyways, the Jordans were too wet so I couldn’t put them on, so I again had to walk barefoot back to the sixth floor, only this time with my shoes in hand. More people in the hallway and elevator looked at me, one guy even wanted to ask what was happening but stopped short of asking after he saw my embarrassed look.

I finally headed back to my room and started the hairdryer. It took me almost an hour to dry off my sneaks, even then they still smelled a bit. Lesson learned guys: if you want to store your shoes outdoors, always check the weather first!

(Orange) Socks for Christmas

Author – George

Andy wanted to have a Christmas party whilst his parents were spending the holiday season on a Caribbean cruise ship but his older brother Ted wouldn’t allow it. Andy decided to go visit his buddy Chris instead.
In his haste to get away Andy had taken the wrong bus, to makes things worse the driver refused let him off until it reached its next stop. Andy began talking to other passengers, Ben and Paul, who were heading home for Christmas. They’d already started celebrating the holiday early by drinking liquor, they offered the bottle to Andy but he politely refused explaining he wasn’t 21 until next month, although he knew he’d be drinking later, in the confines of his buddy’s apartment.
Ben told Andy the bus wouldn’t reach its next stop for another hour.
“Think I’ll have that drink after all.” He said realising he wasn’t going to see his buddy today.
As they held their impromptu bus party, Andy noticed Bens sneaks.
“Same shoes dude!” He said pointing to his Jordans.
“Same color too, British Khaki!” Replied Ben.
Paul lifted his foot showing he too had the exact same pair. Ben said his buddy always copies him. They all laughed and drank more liquor.
As the bus pulled into the station, Andy said goodbye to his new friends. His return bus wasn’t for two hours, he decided to get food, he was feeling light headed from the alcohol.
In a diner he ordered a burger with fries. He spoke with Chris and told him his location and explained he wasn’t gonna make it.
“Happy holidays!” Said Chris disappointingly as he hung up.
Andy messaged his brother, ‘Change of plan, see you tonight asshole!’
Eating his burger, Andy noticed a guy clearing tables wearing orange socks without any shoes. ‘Weird!’ He thought.
Walking back to the bus station, with plenty of time to kill, he entered a thrift store. For a small town it had plenty of donated sneakers.
At $100 a pair they were good value but he couldn’t afford any. It didn’t stop him trying on a pair of Red Nike Vapormax which were in excellent new condition.
Reaching the bus station a deputy stopped him.
“You been drinking?” He asked explaining he’d had a report of a young person stinking of alcohol in the diner.
The deputy asked to see his I.D. Andy stumbled his words as he denied being under age.
The Deputy said, “Looks like you’re coming with me!”
Entering a small jailhouse, Andy desperately wanted to call his brother, but his cell phone and sneakers were quickly confiscated. Bewildered at being locked inside a cell in his black crew socks he looked around and recognised the other sleeping occupants.
Andy sat on the bench, sandwiched between two pairs of white socked feet belonging to Ben and Paul, he promptly fell asleep.
Although he’d never met his cell mates before today, they all arrived on the same bus, were drunk, arrested and now asleep in the same cell after having their matching sneakers confiscated. They surprisingly had a lot in common.
All three woke up as the cell door opened. A guard gave them water, Paul thought he was in a drunk tank and asked how much it was going to cost for him to be released.
The guard laughed, “It’s not eastern Europe, we don’t have drunk tanks, we don’t demand money for your freedom!”
“That’s great to hear, so can we now leave?” Asked Ben.
“Not before you see the judge.” Said the guard.
As they drank their water, Ben explained they had been arrested after getting kicked off the bus for being drunk.
An hour later the door opened again.
“About time too, it’s Christmas eve, we need to get a bus outta here! Said Ben. The guard smiled as he produced some manacles, he’d heard the protests a thousand times before as he shackled the ankles of their socked feet.
Before lunchtime they’d all been sentenced to a week of community service.
“This is insane! Give us a break? It’s Christmas tomorrow! Please let us go?” He begged.
They were taken to a bunkhouse and were each given a pair of orange socks. “What’s these?” Asked Paul.
“An early Christmas present.” Said the Community service supervisor, laughing.
Ben demanded his sneakers.
“Don’t think we’ll be seeing our shoes anytime soon!” said Andy remembering the guy in the diner wearing only orange socks on his feet.
They explored the bunkhouse, it was pretty basic but the beds looked comfortable. In the kitchen, a sack of potatoes and pile of other vegetables lay on the counter top.
A short time later the shoeless guy from the diner arrived, he introduced himself as Ryan. He advised everyone to stay calm, obey the rules and instructions or they could be here for longer than a week.
“Everyone went home yesterday except me, I’m so pleased you’re here, I was worried I’d have to prepare all those vegetables myself!” He said.
He explained that a group of homeless guys from the nearby city would be here for Christmas Dinner tomorrow.
“Great! I’m going to spend Christmas peeling potatoes!” Said Andy. Ryan reminded him that he was here to do community service after all!
It had taken them the whole of Christmas morning to prepare dinner for the homeless. They cheerfully welcomed their guests into the bunkhouse. No point being miserable to those less fortunate, thought Paul.
Ben couldn’t help but notice some of these destitute guys had expensive sneakers on their feet.
“What’s with the kicks guys?” He said dishing up meals. They explained that the homeless charity had given them a $100 voucher each to spend in the local thrift store. Most had decided to get new shoes. Ben told a guy that he owned a pair exactly like his, “same color too,” he said.
“Why you not wearing them?” Asked the homeless guy.
Ben said local law enforcerment were taking special care of them.
“We hope Santa Claus will bring us some shoes.” Said Paul laughing.
“You have to be good boys first!” Said the homeless guy.
Everyone laughed except Andy, he had an uncomfortable feeling about the homeless guys new kicks. Especially as two other guys were wearing the same sneakers.
The visitors would be spending the night at the bunkhouse. Paul thought it was a nice gesture until he discovered they were getting kicked out and would be spending Christmas night at the jailhouse.
The jailhouse only had two cells, one was occupied, so the four guys would have to share the other. They all sat, bored, on the bench, arms crossed, legs stretched out in front of them displaying eight orange socked feet.
“Not how I had imagined Christmas to be!” Said Paul. Ben changed the subject and said it was good to see the homeless being treated well for the holiday.
“Yeah, sleeping in our beds and wearing our shoes!” Said Andy.
“Our shoes?” Said Ben, looking puzzled!
“Three guys on a bus wearing the same sneaks was a coincidence, but three homeless guys also wearing the exact same sneaks was fucking bizarre!” Exclaimed Andy.
He asked Ryan what shoes had he been wearing when he got arrested.
“Red Vapormax sneakers, size 10.” Answered Ryan.
Andy shook his head telling them he had visited the same thrift store and seen a red pair of Vapormax, size 10 but not three pairs of Jordans in the same distinct color!
“They would have received them after your visit.” Said Ben.
“Exactly! As soon as we were arrested, they took our shoes to that store.” Said Andy.
Ben still dismissed the idea, “Why would they sell our kicks!”
Andy couldn’t answer but it was the only logical reason why so many sneakers were in a small town thrift store.
Andy was convinced his new Jordans would be pounding the streets of the big city by some homeless person tomorrow. If only his asshole of a brother had let him have his party, he wouldn’t be locked up on Christmas day without his shoes. Ted would probably not stop laughing when he finds out.

The next day they were put to work in the community before returning to the bunkhouse. It needed a good clean, especially the bed sheets, after the homeless people had vacated.
Two new arrivals were at the bunkhouse. Andy was surprised.
They weren’t pleased as they stood wearing orange socks.
“What are both doing here?” Asked Andy to his brother Ted and best buddy Chris.
Ted said he had become concerned when his brother had failed to return home.
“I contacted Chris who said you had been here, so we both came looking for you!”
In their search for Andy, both Ted and Chris were arrested, accused of casing houses to steal Christmas presents.
“Always thought you were the Grinch!” Said Andy laughing.
Andy unapologetically said it wasn’t his fault they’d come looking for him.
“They took my cell phone and shoes for being drunk.” He said.
“We’ve been in jail for two days and now have to spend a week here because you got drunk!” Shouted Ted, very angrily.
Andy found it funny that his brother had spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Night locked up. It amused him to think they had all spent Christmas night together, only separated by a concrete block wall.
He smiled even more realising Ted would still be here on New Years Eve.
“I’m gonna have the best New year’s party and there is nothing you can do to stop me.” Said Andy.
“Mom and dad will go crazy!” Cried Ted begging his younger sibling not have a party.
Andy gave his buddy a sympathetic smile. Chris knew he would still be stuck here with Ted ringing in the New Year whilst wearing orange socks.
Andy smiled once more as he looked at his brothers shoeless feet,
“One more thing Ted! I sure do hope you where wearing your expensive Gucci shoes when you got arrested?”

Prank went wrong

Author – Alexander

Last saturday I went to my friend Marc. We were a little bit bored and didn’t know what to do. At some point Marc said let’s go outside and find something to do. We got outside, grabbed our bikes and went cycling. After some time we got to a park with a playground with a sportsfield and a little skate park. We got to the playground first with different apparatus, we hung out at the swings for a while and then I saw this climbing tower made of ropes. I decided to climb it and hoping Marc would follow me, hèhè 😉. I sat there for a little while and my hope turned in reality and Marc climbed up too. When he reached my feet he grinned a little and said, nice shoes you’re wearing. I said yeah I like them too. Then he grabbed my left shoe and tried to pull it off my foot but I had tied them up a little tight. He decided to untie the lace and pull it very loose. Then he did the same with my right shoe but he didn’t take them off. I was wondering what he was up to so I waited for the next thing to happen. He then grabbed my leg and started shaking it untill my shoe fell off revealing a light grey socked foot. Marc laughed because my shoe landed in the sand away from this tower and then he did the same with my other leg. That shoe landed even a little bit further away and Marc was only laughing and said they look good there too don’t they? I laughed too and said yeah maybe, I felt excited but I didn’t show it. Marc started climbing down again and picked up my shoes. He looked up to me and said if you want them back you’ll have to come down and get them. I waited for a moment and started to climb down too. When I reached the bottom I could see Marc walking towards the sportsfield. I couldn’t see if he was carrying my shoes so I had to go through the sand to follow him and get my shoes back if he still have them. From a distance I saw he reached the basketball hoop and he started throwing my shoes up. At the same time some other guys approached from the other side and came up to Marc. I got some shivers because I could see now these guys helped him throwing my shoes up. Then one of the guys saw me and said these are yours? I said yes, can I have them back? He only laughed at me and said sure you can. I saw he tied them together and he made a last throw up the basket and my shoes got stuck. These guys were all laughing and leaving again and wishing me luck getting my shoes back. Marc just stood there saying sorrie to me. I looked at my shoes hanging up there and got more excited but at the same time I was thinking about how to get my shoes down again. Marc decided to take off his shoe and throw it up and try to knock mine down but after a while of throwing we could see that didn’t work. We started searching for a long stick but we had no luck. Marc said let’s go to my place, we hace some long sticks lying around. We then walked to our bikes and got a stick from Marc’s house. When we got back to the park there were some others playing basketball. They looked at us and one of them said there’s the shoeless one, the shoes up there must be yours. I said yes and Marc was already trying to get them down. After a few tries my shoes came down. I picked them up to put them on again but the knots were too tight to untie them and I had to go home in my socked feet. It was a 30 minute cycle and several people watched me and some were making fun of me. All and all it was an exciting afternoon and I was happy I got my shoes back at least….

My Girlfriends Jealous Ex – Part 3

Author – Jay

Harry hid his shoeless feet under his desk as he began explaining.
“Bradley asked if I had ever been arrested, before offering me the opportunity of sitting in a cell. He insisted on checking all the images on my camera, before allowing me to leave, he took me to a cell which was out of use. It had a sign on the door. DO NOT USE, SECURITY CAMERA BROKEN.
I was OK with it, the door would be open and I told him I could use the opportunity to phone Katie. But he insisted on taking my phone too, he couldn’t allow me to be left unattended with it near other prisoners.
He took my camera and phone leaving me in the unlocked cell, he’d left your boots in the cell. I got bored waiting, I hope you didn’t mind but I kicked off my shoes and tried on your boots.”
I asked Harry if he still had them as they are now lost.
Harry blushed, shaking his head telling me if he had them he would not have walked across town in his socked feet.
“Bradley returned and seen me wearing your boots, he ordered I take them off as he picked up my Brogues. I felt embarrassed, obeying his authority, like some kid being punished. As he picked them up I asked for my shoes which he was still holding.
He shook his head telling me he would return them with my phone and camera. I wanted to leave, he told me he would fetch my stuff first, he left taking my shoes and your boots with him. He then slammed the door shut locking me inside shoeless. It was weird knowing I could not leave, I knew how you must have felt getting locked inside your cell. I kinda like the thought of us both being locked up in there, it would only be for a few minutes, or so I thought!” He said.
I asked Harry again about my boots. He looked at his socked feet, “I’ve not seen your boots or my shoes since then.”
Harry began explaining that he’d spent the whole night inside the cell.
“I had expected Bradley to return immediately with my camera, phone and my shoes. But he didn’t, I began banging on the cell door, kicking it with my socked feet but nobody came, I eventually fell asleep. It was only an hour ago that the door opened, the officer was shocked to find me inside, nobody had bothered to check the cell because of the out of use sign on the door. He only opened it so a workman could repair the camera, or I would still be locked inside. They could not find my camera, phone or shoes. Bradley had failed to start his shift, he had gone sick, the custody officer was very apologetic telling me he could do nothing but let me leave in my socks. I came straight here, worried I would be in trouble with the boss.”
He lifted his right foot, his black sock had faded to grey on the soul were he had walked shoeless.
I tried phoning Katie again, she eventually answered. She was sheepish on the phone, she wasn’t happy that I’d missed our dinner date because I had been locked up last night. She told me not to ring her again, we were finished as a couple.
I angrily hung up, how did she know I’d been locked up last night if Harry hadn’t contacted her.
I suspect Bradley has not only took my boots but my girlfriend too!