The Cigar Jones Bloghouse

So our buddy, Jack Barnes, stops by the other day. Biscuits, Cheese and I are sitting at the front bar as he walks in. Now Jack is recovering from foot surgery and we notice he's got on a pair of Crocs. If you're not familiar with this footwear...well...it's kinda'...gay. Maybe not kinda' gay...more like gay squared...maybe even gay to the tenth power. Infinity gay. Don't believe me, check this out. Anyway, Jack isn't wearing them for fashion, he's wearing them because he has to. He's got a bad wheel. At this point it becomes obvious that both Biscuits and Cheese are becoming quite fond of this newfangled footwear. They ask Jack if they can try them on (gay). Soon they're oohing and aahing over them...they simply must have a pair (gay). Cheese calls his wife to ask what color he should get (really gay). Within minutes, they're out the door...two girls on a mission. A couple hours later they return with matching Navy Blue Crocs. Oh well, whatever makes you feel pretty, guys. I must say, however, that Crocs ARE GOOD for three things.
1) Gardening.
2) Working in the water.
3) Anonymous gay sex at a highway rest area.