I don’t do feet, that should be sufficient, no explanation required, but I’m sure I have something to say about it…

My Mrs wished I did do feet, but we are far enough into our relationship that she knows that if I even hint at the possibility of giving her a foot massage I’m either really sorry for what I’ve done, or if there is nothing that she knows about that I have to be sorry for, then there is something I’ve done that she’s about to find out about…

No, No, No, I don’t do feet, I can’t and I won’t, coz I don’t wanna – so as impressive as it may be that there are people drinking soda poured by feet, I ain’t the one doing the pouring, the drinking, or the caring…

And yes, I know that in the Fungus Amonstus challenge I did contribute some images of really gross feet, but you can blame google for that!

Oh Yeah, Quentin Tarantino, he does feet, he also makes movies (on a larger scale than this request perhaps, most of which I am actually a fan of), but he manages to sneak that appreciation into every movie he does… So, for those who appreciate feet, here’s a little Tarantino for you (and I haven’t watched it, so let me know) 😛

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