Nothing makes me feel more invincible than my Hunter boots. They are $115 worth of pure rubber power freedom. No longer must I worry about the bottom of my jeans brushing against the cold, wet ground and becoming soaked. No longer must I stand on the corner like a moron carefully dipping my tippy-toe into the mystery puddle to test its depth, nor be forced to walk a couple of blocks out of my way to find a lagoon-less walkway, nor get a running start and attempt to jump over the slushy brook. No longer am I held back by precipitation.
Now, with my magic boots, I plow through puddles and snow, stomping around wherever I please. I’m like an off-roader, and if you get in my way... watch out. Just because you decided to wear loafers in the wintry mix and therefore must walk with trepidation, does not mean I have to stand patiently behind you while you navigate your way across the street. Get some industrial waterproof footwear or stay home...
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They're like an odd hybrid of Gorton's Fisherman and hooker boots.
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