Completion of a walk of shame
of five or more miles in flip-flops or other footwear similarly unsuitable for walking such distances.
I did it again, and the bastard wouldn't even give me a ride afterward. I had to pull a disciple to get home, and the blisters are killing me. Ever waitressed with blistered feet?
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