RIP Crocs

I’ve never been a fan of Crocs.  I’m sure they are comfortable but that’s never been an excuse for me to wear something that kindergarten teachers wear.  Let’s put it this way: Clam diggers might be more comfortable then pants but I’ll never know. 

Dorcs

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The hate for Crocs is growing to the extent that this webstore is having trouble keeping up with orders.

This would probably be the only button I would ever wear.  HA.  Just kidding.  I would never wear a button.

The Croc hate is rapidly spreading across cyberspace with blog postings about hating crocs everywhere.

You know the fad is over when a father and son make a game at the expense of people wearing crocs.  “I like to play a game with my son, Joseph. We sit on a bench in touristy Old Town, Alexandria, Va., and we’re not allowed to get up until we see a dozen pairs of Crocs. It usually doesn’t take long. But the other day we were stuck at eight after a few minutes, and I was getting a little concerned. Just then my boy leaned over and said, “Don’t worry, Dad. A family of dorks will come along any minute.” To paraphrase Hank Hill, if he wasn’t my son, I would have hugged him right then, I was so proud.”  

It’s over for the Croc, RIP.  I propose a new law that outlaws wearing Crocs as they are extremely offensive to my delicate sensibilities.  Offenders will be banished to Wisconsin and forced to wear Crocs in the winter.