A shoe...

A shoe, a shoe my kingdom for a shoe. Just an FYI people, the next time someone throws shoes at you, don't smile about it. Duck like a ninja, and then jump off the stage and go spider monkey-style on them. Now, George? Why did you smile as you ducked the shoe? Why did no one from secret service yank you off the stage? Answer: You had it coming to you. A fitting good-bye. ( He probably thought it was pretty funny, too. Perhaps his sphincter muscles got tight and he was grimacing out of pure surprise.)

My mom used to tell me to never buy a man shoes because he'll walk out of your life. Maybe the journalist who was hauled out of the press conference without his shoes decided to give his shoes up so Georgie would walk out of our lives. Literally, George, get to steppin'.