Hurricane Katrina Aftermath...

So a couple weeks after Katrina, I come into work and start talking to Mike, just shooting the shit when all of a sudden, I look down at his shoes. What I saw next can only be desribed as pure terror...and hilarity.

You see friends, Mike's ankles were on the brink of death from hypothermia. Simple socks were not providing enough heat to these boney, hairy beings. Apparantly, Mike was planning on taking on his own Katrina Relief Mission...and he was prepared for the 10 foot swells he knew would be incoming. What he didn't plan for was his ankles, wrinkled, cold, abandoned, had given up on him. They could no longer 'weather' the burden of being exposed to the world. The regular warmth of the inside pant leg had forsaken them, and they had perished.

Now, Mike is forced to walk around on his knees...as his feet are now attached to his shins.

You may ask, where are his ankles now? Noone knows. But thousands of fat people with cankles all over the world are in search of these coveted skinny ankles in hopes that they can restore them to their once vivrant state.

Ok, all bullshit aside, Mike has jeans that would be short on Webster... :D