It Ain't Hemingway

Dear Caleb:
Honey, I just have one request and believe me I truly do love them. They are very cool and sexy. I have no doubt you take very good care of them. But darlin’, please. I mean they gotta be walking around the house at night by themselves at this point.
Don’t you think its time to retire the boots.

Seriously, haven’t you had them long enough?

CALEB: “Thank you England! If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have been able to afford these awesome new Prada boots. I bought them over there in the UK, you know…where Italy is?”

NATHAN:”Shit, this says its the Brit Awards, I thought it was the Academy awards.”

CALEB TO JARED: “Do you think they can tell I just used a darker shoe polish?”

JARED: “Who gives a shit, where the fuck is MY mic? Heads are gonna role! Thank God I found that speech in my jacket pocket left over from the Grammy’s.”

NATHAN: “Thanks Mom and Dad! Love You! BYE (click, dialtone)!”

NATHAN: “Thank you God! Love you! BYE! (click, dialtone)!”

MATTHEW:

CALEB: “I think I feel the Spanish Inquisiton coming on again….uh oh”

NATHAN: “Damn, Caleb!!!!”

LILY: “All over your new shoes!”

JARED: “They still smell better then the other ones”

MATTHEW:

NATHAN: “So this isn’t the Oscars and we didn’t win for best Home Movies? When does the next People Magazine Sexiest Man Alive issue come out? I need to get a jump start on that campaign.”
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Sweet Jesus they are hot!!!! The boots…and the boys!