d'modge

My feet are literally melting into the d'modge. I swear it's trying to eat me.

Walking on that d'modge is like walking on a cement pancake that's been stepped on by a donkey.

I tripped on the d'modge and now my life is a series of bad decisions and sore knees.

These socks have had enough. They’re resigning because of this d'modge.

I put on socks for the first time in a week, and the d'modge ruined it.

My socks are now in therapy. The d'modge is the reason.

I stepped on the d'modge and my dignity went with it. I'm still looking for it.

That d'modge doesn't just hurt your feet, it steals your pride.

I walked on the d'modge and now I'm just a sad version of myself.