Now there’s some janky feet afoot in the field in that flick. (that was fun! it just came right out- honest, it did). After seeing those scary-toed Hobbit people, I felt the very same way. That’s alright SDBama about feet and all. And I can pick up what you’re putting down as it applies to “The Official RBR 2008 Sweetheart”- what was she THINKIN’? But in a way, I think it shows she’s kind of a good sport by not being too weirded-out gettin’ all ludical with her feet. . . .with ANOTHER WOMAN! (Rrrrrrrrrrgggghhh!)

All things being equal- I HATE MY BROTHER’S FEET! Not only are they still offensive to me (and I haven’t had the misfortune of having to be around their odious stench in a loooooong time- praise the Lord!)- but I still hate his feet as much as I hated them the last time, when I told him straight to his face, “I’m gonna shoot you with this gun (it was a pump .122 pellet rifle, used it to clear the ground from the ground creatures and field varmints when we built our family house back in the day) if you don’t take those feet of yours away from me!” He didn’t leave me be, so I shot him. Got off 6 shots, nailed him with four at close range before he got to pounding me good. We were a little wild. Anyways, it ain’t no lie. I hate my brother’s feet. And I don’t feel sorry nor proud in saying that. So I kinda know about the “feet” and the “ick” thing.

I don’t know if I’m gonna regret writing this, but- what totally gives me the heeby-jeebies is when someone can do weird contortion things with their body. Like those weirdos who could crawl up into some twisted pretzel-like shape and then fit themselves into a tupperware bowl, WITH THE LID CLOSED TIGHT! My eyes start to water like crazy, as if THEY don’t even believe what going on and my optical nerve JUST REFUSES to continue to send any impulses of information to my brain! Then I start sneezing like all get out. (happens when I eat chocolate too! but I don’t care. . .I LOOOOOVE chocolate. I’ll sneeze a hundred times if I could pop a Hershey bar down my pie-hole). Isn’t that weird? I don’t know why that happens to me. Seriously, when I see contortionists- after about 5 minutes, I’m trying to find my way to stop sneezing and so I usually just end up walking away. Doubled over sneezing with what looks like crying eyes. OK? I got problems. Who doesn’t? Cirque du Soleil? No “f”-in way! I’d rather plop down my $200 at a tittay-bar, drinking pitchers and playing pool, listening to nasty music and appraising the “talent”, if you don’t mind. Now that’s a type o’ contortion I really don’t mind trying to get over. Dammit! Sorry SDBama78, I’ve digressed yet again. Sorry brotha. Guess I got carried away.

(you better count your blessings I didn’t start a conversation about “foot massages”! Ooooooh-eeeee! It involves a Princess Cruise through Vancouver and Victoria, British Columbia- up and then into Alaska. Hey, what else is there to do? It’s friggin’ frigid ‘round there! Gotta spend your money someway, somehow? You’re a KING when you’re on a cruise. Donald F_ckingtrump!)