My brother is a Puma shoe. Life has been hard not having a regular brother. When we go out to play in the yard, he always wants to play kickball. Sometimes I want to play baseball, but he is not able to reach into the air. Other times, I want to go to the beach, and swim in the waves, but he frets about getting his soles wet, complaining that they take forever to dry out.
One awesome aspect of having a shoe for a brother is that he attracts the ladies. Many women go for his stylish, metro appearance. His asymmetrical lacing, flashy colors, high price tag, and other assets make the women go wild. Some of the females even wear him around the town. He loves having a woman's foot in his heart.
At other times, he gets lonely, and we have to go foot shopping so he doesn't feel empty. He is a U.S. size 14, and because of the design, people who regularly order size 13, fit in him. Nobody can order down in size. Puma goes by a one up system. Any foot that wants to impress the ladies should wear a Puma because they can say they have a larger foot than they do when wearing other shoes.
My Puma brother has a superiority complex. He thinks all other shoe brands should be eliminated from the world. His biggest foe is Adidas, because their historical feud goes back to the same brothers who created both of them.
The specifications of my brother are what make him most unique. There are so many varieties of Puma designs, that hardly ever do you see people wearing the same style. His is proud of his Ferrari heritage. He is so stellar that his color cannot even be properly described. His is so red, that he is orange, and so bright that he is fluorescent.
His slender body also makes the his feet supporters shiver with delight, because he is always hugging their feet. Everybody loves a constant caress.
Socks are also particular about fitting into my Puma brother. He loathes when those dreaded Adidas socks make their way into him, but has learned to hang out well with Nike and Reebok.
His short life span also saddens me. (I am told that he far outlasts other brands, that break even faster because they are made of cheaper material. My brother is only made of the best. Sturdy foundations provide an excellent longevity.)
He is five years old, but is already getting kind of worn out. His laces are beginning to fray, and his tongue doesn't stick up as far as it used to when he was a teenager. I fear the day when we will have to drop him in a garbage bin. No brother should have to see his brother disposed of in that way. One more happy memory remains.
He was out for a stroll, when a fashion designer from another company walked on past. This style expert then want back to his company and quite, because he was inspired to work for Puma. My brother was so proud to make a convert; he also pleads for you to give his Puma sisters a try.
One awesome aspect of having a shoe for a brother is that he attracts the ladies. Many women go for his stylish, metro appearance. His asymmetrical lacing, flashy colors, high price tag, and other assets make the women go wild. Some of the females even wear him around the town. He loves having a woman's foot in his heart.
At other times, he gets lonely, and we have to go foot shopping so he doesn't feel empty. He is a U.S. size 14, and because of the design, people who regularly order size 13, fit in him. Nobody can order down in size. Puma goes by a one up system. Any foot that wants to impress the ladies should wear a Puma because they can say they have a larger foot than they do when wearing other shoes.
My Puma brother has a superiority complex. He thinks all other shoe brands should be eliminated from the world. His biggest foe is Adidas, because their historical feud goes back to the same brothers who created both of them.
The specifications of my brother are what make him most unique. There are so many varieties of Puma designs, that hardly ever do you see people wearing the same style. His is proud of his Ferrari heritage. He is so stellar that his color cannot even be properly described. His is so red, that he is orange, and so bright that he is fluorescent.
His slender body also makes the his feet supporters shiver with delight, because he is always hugging their feet. Everybody loves a constant caress.
Socks are also particular about fitting into my Puma brother. He loathes when those dreaded Adidas socks make their way into him, but has learned to hang out well with Nike and Reebok.
His short life span also saddens me. (I am told that he far outlasts other brands, that break even faster because they are made of cheaper material. My brother is only made of the best. Sturdy foundations provide an excellent longevity.)
He is five years old, but is already getting kind of worn out. His laces are beginning to fray, and his tongue doesn't stick up as far as it used to when he was a teenager. I fear the day when we will have to drop him in a garbage bin. No brother should have to see his brother disposed of in that way. One more happy memory remains.
He was out for a stroll, when a fashion designer from another company walked on past. This style expert then want back to his company and quite, because he was inspired to work for Puma. My brother was so proud to make a convert; he also pleads for you to give his Puma sisters a try.
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