i thought my dad was corny

as if the toes weren’t enough of a clue. they had to place a few small candycorns at the ankle just to make sure we’re picking up what they’re layin’ down. “oooooh the shoes look like candycorns. i knew it was something. but wait. [pause] i see it now. it’s totally candycorn. i would’ve figured it out.”
it’s pretty difficult to sell suede shoes in portland because the inhabitants think they can only wear them three months out of the year. i can only imagine a salesperson trying to hock these. “these’ll be great next weekend.” “you could probly still wear ‘em like a couple-a days after halloween. i would. i do, actually.” “imagine the look on their faces every late october.”
No jokes about how “a-maize-ing” they are?
omg how did i miss?