The name is brilliant and, as a gift, these would cause at least 100 laughs before they were thrown into the back of the closet never to be seen again.
Wearing Freud on my feet brings me concern about the fetish-like quality of these slippers, comedy aside. Sticking my toes into the back of the head of the father of modern psychotherapy seems poignant, grotesque and somehow appropriate.
But, then again, sometimes a slipper is just a slipper.
Originially seen on Shallow and Tacky.