Marathon runners with bad shoes suffer the agony of de feet.

A hunter just tagged his deer as the game warden walked up.
"Where's your license," asked the warden.
"Don't know," said the hunter.
"OK, you're under arrest for no license.

Follow me to the road, and help me drag the deer," said the warden.
"No way," said the hunter. "You drag it."
Two hours later, after the warden had dragged the deer to the road, the hunter said,

"Now I remember, my license is in my back pocket!"