Matt, Matt, And The Shoes
By Bronson K Volcomstalker
"Shit, where did you get those shoes, man?" Matt asked the other Matt, admiring Matt's creamtabulous pair of white, could-be-leather shoes.
"Couldn't tell you," Matt P said, whilst getting stuck into a bit of sweeping. "Trade secret".
"Shit. I'll buy em off you..." Matt S replied.
"How much Matty?"
"Shit I dunno... $10?"
"Sorry Matto, that's how much I paid for 'em."
Disgruntled, Matt looked at the floor. Then the phone rung.
"Shit. We'll talk about this later" he mumbled, walking towards the phone.
The next day...
"Yeah you can have 'em for twenty bucks Matty, and I'll throw in a pair of brown shoelaces."
"Shit yeah! Deal!" Yelled Matty Strain, wet with anticipation over his new shoes. "I hope they fit!"
EPILOGUE
Matt and Matt proceeded with the deal pleasantly, and Matt S is now the owner of a pretty cool pair of shoes.
Matt and Matt still work together, and both have a fun time on the job.
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Well, that was my effort. I think it was bloody marvelous. If you think you can do better, or perhaps you think you can do worse, then send in your story to volcomstalker@hotmail.com and press your luck. Goody!
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