He wore his room mates shoes to work in the morning before realizing they weren't his. No punch line.
You can stop propositioning me now. I told you my rates. You can either pay up or find a cheaper man-whore.
I can't stand the thought of wearing someone else's shoes. What if that person had verrucas... or hard, shedding skin... or sweaty feet... or -- just to mentally scar myself -- crusty toenails. I hate feet.
Back in Korea a bunch of us were out clubbing. When we got out of the taxi (at our first club) one dim-bulb girl realized she had two different shoes on!