Ahh, flip-flops. The quintessential, mandatory summer footwear of summer-dwelling people who also have feet.
Look closely. You're about to forget what these look like.
Here in Florida, you'd be hard pressed to find a person NOT wearing flip-flops right now. That's because we're actually required to have a minimum of 6 pairs each, along with an annual pass to Disney World, a full keg of OJ, and a sickly pale non-tan that helps us differentiate each other from the tourists.
But, I digress.
Naturally, bakers are RIGHT ON TRACK with the floppy flip sole train:
By offering us spotted pickles.
And lei-wearing bam-hammers.
And... uh... [reaching desperately] Pikachu smears?
OH COME ON
[evil, deadpan glare]
Wrecky minions, it is with only the greatest horrified amusement that I announce the flip-flop CCC (patooie!) has officially warped beyond all recognition. I give you...
The Tadpole Ghosts of Flops Past.
Rest in pieces, wrecky flops. Rest in pieces.
Thanks to Alexis H., Kris K., Rebecca K., Danielle H., Tina, & Zakiya P. for toeing the line.