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The stinky feet project
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| Shudder |
what the hell?
is this what you would call boredom? |
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| Aled_ |
| quote: | | To make things worse, right after this picture was taken some hippy guy said, "Do you know you have, like, bags on your feet, man?"--trying to be wry in that stoner sort of way. I pitied him, because it was clear from his unsavory aspect and loose-fitting clothes that he has herpes and makes love to camels in his dreams. |
:haha: :haha: :haha:
| quote: | | My feet were really hot and moist, and when I put them on the cold tile it felt soooo cool and refreshing. Like getting a foot massage from a gorgeous, clear-skinned Finnish girl who just came in from ice-skating and is now chewing breathmints. |
Genius! :haha: :toocool: |
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| ResonantDrag |
| if one can laugh and puke at the same time... i think i just did |
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| nuBe |
Before I knew it, I was immersed in my crackly toes, obsessed with pruning all the dead skin from my feet, and, most weirdly, loving the juicy odor and slime and outright rot that I’d cultivated. I felt like a farmer harvesting the crop that he’d fought all summer to grow. I was yanking flecks of skin, rolling them into little me-meatballs, and flicking them into the toilet. Splish. Splish. Splish. Splash—went the big one rolled from my left little toe.
omfg! hahahaha, nasty! i'm tearing! :crazy: :crazy: |
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