Dude, Where's my Prince?
My shoes are straight outta some fairy tale. THey're like Cinderella's glass slippers. Excusing of course the fact that they are made out of plastic. And of course that they give me blisters. I'm sure no princess would wear blister giving shoes. But of course forgeting those little details I know have the pretty shoes, the gigantic floofy ballgown, sleek gloves, and even a mysterious maask. So all I'm left to ask is: "Dude where's my prince?"