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  • Touché....

    When I was small, my parents were working hard to make ends meet. We weren't really poor or threadbare, but they were both working their arses off to keep food on the table, the business afloat, me and my little sister in schoolbooks and my dad in Benson & Hedges. My recollection is a bit hazy but having spoken to them years on, they tried to protect us from it all.

    Anyway, I needed new shoes and there wasn't much money to go around. I wanted Aerosport 2000s, but my schoolshoes were falling to pieces and there was really only enough money to get one pair. I remember mum telling me that i had some great aunt out in Wangaratta who was in Ill health and Aerosports weren't going to cut it at the funeral. So I ended up with school/funeral brogues... Fucking EXACTLY like that shit you posted in #2451..

    Her health improved and she lived about 7 or 8 years after that... which is wonderful... But I was stuck with those fuckers for years.

    So to me, they are Catholic Primary School/dead great aunt from the country shoes

    I couldn't decide whether to go with 'tl;dr' or 'Cool story bro'.

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