Does the combination of “New Doc Marten Shoes”, with “Satan Smiting Job with Boils” count as irony? Not Alanis Morisette irony which only is if she is marrying the God of Clement Weather, but proper irony with iron in. Have you ever broken in a new pair of Doc Martens without ankle scars that can be seen years later? Or without pounding them with a club hammer to tenderise them?
From the calves up, Want.
