Oh Dylan, you sexy, crazy, drunken Irish man, you! I want you too. With the shoes, obviously.
Actually, there is a possibility the shoes may be mine after all...so long as I'm willing to spend a bucket load of cash to get one pair sent out to me. Decisions, decisions. Shut-up vanity, you're the one who got us here in the first place!.
Sorry about that. I get passionate about these things. They make me want to dance. Kinda like this: