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Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Touchie Tootsies


Um, so I REALLY need a foot massage but can't go get a pedicure because inevitably that will take off some of the callous. Ugh.

Interwebs boyfriend: this is your time to shine! (and if you show up with that superawesomeaforementioned tank top maybe we can make out)

3 Comments:

Anonymous The Internets said...

I actually have mad foot rubbing skills...not to be believed.
Your feet will be unable to remember even the idea of pain or discomfort.
The stress will drain from you like water flowing over your body, down your legs, and through my hands.
Then, if you still want a tank top, we'll get it for you.

4:04 PM

 
Blogger nk said...

Saucy comment.

6:32 PM

 
Blogger Sun Follower said...

Ah... pedicures. Have you heard about the ones where you stick you feet in with live fish who eat your dead skin? Ugh.... not on my worst enemies.

8:49 PM

 

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