Commercial 3:
* A group of like-minded women stand together in a shoes store, talking about their “unique” high-top sneakers. They’re all wearing the same shoe, but with slight variations to the color scheme. They take turns complimenting each other until a loner walk into a shoe store asking for a pair of Dr. Martens shoes.
--Ugh! I just can’t get a break! I was at the shoe store yesterday, and of course I was greated by on other than the Pasty-Faced Four.
I walked in on them complimenting each other on their high-top sneakers, going on about how unique they are--”Ooh! My shoes have polka dots, mine are mint green, my laces have gold tip-”
Seriously, the only thing that get them to shut up was when they all joined forces to make more deep cuts at me. Especially after I went up to the counter and asked for a new pair of Dr. Marten boots. Why do I choose Doc Martens over those trendy high-top sneakers? Cause when we’re all wearing a slight variation on the same shoe, what does that say about you besides the fact that you’re nothing special.
I know what I like, I know what I want. I want my Doc Martens boots.
* A group of like-minded women stand together in a shoes store, talking about their “unique” high-top sneakers. They’re all wearing the same shoe, but with slight variations to the color scheme. They take turns complimenting each other until a loner walk into a shoe store asking for a pair of Dr. Martens shoes.
--Ugh! I just can’t get a break! I was at the shoe store yesterday, and of course I was greated by on other than the Pasty-Faced Four.
I walked in on them complimenting each other on their high-top sneakers, going on about how unique they are--”Ooh! My shoes have polka dots, mine are mint green, my laces have gold tip-”
Seriously, the only thing that get them to shut up was when they all joined forces to make more deep cuts at me. Especially after I went up to the counter and asked for a new pair of Dr. Marten boots. Why do I choose Doc Martens over those trendy high-top sneakers? Cause when we’re all wearing a slight variation on the same shoe, what does that say about you besides the fact that you’re nothing special.
I know what I like, I know what I want. I want my Doc Martens boots.
Commercial 2:
* A young woman wait to cross the street, standing in heavy rain. She's wearing Dr Martens shoes opposed to the other women on the street who wear thick, sheepskin boots instead. The lone outcast is heckled by the group of like-minded girls as they stand underneath their umbrellas. One the loner has had enough, she turns around to confront them.
So I was minding my own business, right after school, walkin my normal route home and there they came. The cacklin witches, walking in sync with each other. Ugh, I try to keep myself from being seen, but I guess they were running low on their “burn quota” for the day.
* A young woman wait to cross the street, standing in heavy rain. She's wearing Dr Martens shoes opposed to the other women on the street who wear thick, sheepskin boots instead. The lone outcast is heckled by the group of like-minded girls as they stand underneath their umbrellas. One the loner has had enough, she turns around to confront them.
So I was minding my own business, right after school, walkin my normal route home and there they came. The cacklin witches, walking in sync with each other. Ugh, I try to keep myself from being seen, but I guess they were running low on their “burn quota” for the day.
And guess what. They went straight for my Dr. Marten boots.
Do you know why I choose DR marten shoes over those trendy sheep-skin boots? We’ll aside from mistakenly be associated with those mouth breathers, there are plenty of reasons
One, you think I could walk home in rainy weather, having to constantly worry about getting my shoes dirty?
Two, these babies are durable. MY grandfather wore these and so did his father
Lastly, it’s a little harder to get black dirty—opposed to say, some white wool booties.
It would be a real shame if some poor unfortunate souls get a handful mud on their precious boots as they walk past the corner store again tomorrow--
I know what I like. I know what I want. I want Doc Marten boots.
Commercial 1:
* A young woman arrives to a social gathering wearing Dr Martens shoes opposed to the other women who all wore high heels. The lone outcast is immediately crowded and heckled by the group of like-minded girls before finally stepping up.
The Barbie dolls surrounded me during prom and bashed me for my Dr. Marten boots.
* A young woman arrives to a social gathering wearing Dr Martens shoes opposed to the other women who all wore high heels. The lone outcast is immediately crowded and heckled by the group of like-minded girls before finally stepping up.
The Barbie dolls surrounded me during prom and bashed me for my Dr. Marten boots.
What a bunch of mindless, sheep. Dress the same, walk the same, talk the same—calling attention to the only girl who has half a mind to not cram my feet in heels.
Why do I choose Dr Marten boots over heels? I don’t know, do you like walkin’ around in stilts?
A good pair of Doc Martens isn’t goin to slow me down when I need to stomp on some air head’s toes.
Doc’s aren’t going to buckle when I’m draggin some spoiled princess by her long blond hair—sorry, got a little carried away.
I know what I like. I know what I want. I want Doc marten boots.
