Macmillen Ditches Mcmiggle

Maximilien was bored with being a match. His mirror twin was deemed an adorable catch. We all want a leftie, the prissy slippers said. He figured that already, they were not right in the head. His mate McMiggle was the handsome one. He had not had oil poured on his toe for “fun”. His leather was shiny, his laces were tight. Sexy black stilettos asked for McMiggle every night. Do you ever go separate directions? A sultry voice asked. He saw a delicate ballerina slipper, who was Covid-19 masked. She had the most adorable laces, and she was pretty and pink. He pushed his twin in the lake that night, and away they did slink. Where is your mate? Her owner asked the slipper with disgust. He saw the oil-stained man boot and put his nose up at the dust. The slipper and the boot ended up in the trash together. They keep warm cuddled up in a dumpster during all kinds of weather.