foot feast Written by iandoyleolson sometimes you gotta clean ya toes #cleanyatoes Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... One thought on “foot feast” Yes, sometimes ya do.When I was a Kiddo I wanted ta shave like mah dad. Later when the woman of the house put Nair on my face — it burned like hell. My takeaway? Run if ya see Nair coming near. Toes? They’re for balance while wintering on rooftop ledges. While praying with the Mantis monsters or the Iguana hats — such weaves, I bought two. But burned ’em up in a ceremony. A Mantis Iguana Ceremony. The crowds were so large. Cops came and broke it all up — took the remainder of those hats and fled sirens blasting. Bang Bang yer dead.Woo Woo Woo. – Samatha Tom LikeLike Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.