skeeterblood
New Member
I'm not sure whether it was by happenstance, or the alcohol fueled boredom that is my typical weekend. But this weekend was an eye opener when it comes to my feet. I've seen videos of people doing amazing things with their feet. Play cards, open a jar, type, even painting and writing. When I watch videos like this under the control of that demon rum, I get ideas that I, too, should be able to do these things. Of course, I am an idiot.
Not only did I fail to write anything legible with a pen between my toes, I couldn't even perform the most rudimentary tasks. Try as I might, masturbating and picking my nose weren't happening. I'm not sure who was more disappointed....me or my right hand. The only person I can think of who would be remotely happy with my crushing defeat would be my mother. Her high hopes for her only son died years ago anyway.
So now, after this many years on earth, I realize the only thing my feet are good for is walking on them. And, unless you're Stephen Hawking, that's not exactly a skill set. Oh well, I'm off to the internet to see what people can do with their buttholes. This coming weekend could be awesome!
Not only did I fail to write anything legible with a pen between my toes, I couldn't even perform the most rudimentary tasks. Try as I might, masturbating and picking my nose weren't happening. I'm not sure who was more disappointed....me or my right hand. The only person I can think of who would be remotely happy with my crushing defeat would be my mother. Her high hopes for her only son died years ago anyway.
So now, after this many years on earth, I realize the only thing my feet are good for is walking on them. And, unless you're Stephen Hawking, that's not exactly a skill set. Oh well, I'm off to the internet to see what people can do with their buttholes. This coming weekend could be awesome!
