You could also, I suppose, split open and disgorge the contents of a steak and kidney pie, and then wedge wodges of steak and kidney between the...
I suppose an omelette might hold together, 'saddled,' as it were, over the top of the foot. Rice grains would be a nightmare, though.
Ah, eating with then, rather than off? The way you first phrased it had got me picturing him with food balanced precariously on his feet, and him...
How the fuckity, though? Or maybe he had prostheses, that he could remove and place on the table in front of him before arranging food on top of...
I initially cursorily read that as 'mayonnaise scandal.' Actually, I'm a bit disappointed that it's not a scandal based around mayonnaise.
Two questions: Do you really, really, really want to have that design, ever unchanging, on that part of your body for the rest of your life...
The Fabs crossed the road, all differently dressed, Sniffing over his shoulder, John was not impressed: A Shoeless Macca! You'd think he'd think,...
As nus warns: keep your eyes peeled wide, To spot the nasties as you stride, And in Britain at this time also beware, The skin-burning heat of...
Fog and dead leaves obscure from view, Dog shit, cans and glass shards too; In combination this treacherous debris, Can send shoeless fetishists...
On Halloween I wore zero-drops, With discreet blue-stripe-on-dark-ground socks, The neighbours didn't bat an eye, At sight of this...
I never once saw any of the lads go around the private study room (or anywhere else) without shoes on. On hot days one or two of the girls...
Well, if he'd just get back to the thread he's started and yea or nay some of the guesses, and maybe award the odd consolation point here and...
Heh! I never got as far as reading novels that weren't assigned; I only got as far as abandoning after the first chapter the ones that were. For...
Odd rememberance: I've just recalled that in the same part of the private study room the dart board was in, there was mounted on the wall the...
There was a limit to the fun you could have blow-piping papier-mache balls at each other, though. I much preferred darts. During private study...
Garrison Keillor standing behind a tree shooting chewed-up-paper pellets at Gilson Lavis through a pea-shooter made from the body of a Bic...
A depressed fox playing keepy-uppy with a table tennis bat and a small pine cone?
A different horsie to the one hillman had in mind?
You should've donated the shoes and socks to charity. Somebody down on their luck, without a fetish for not wearing shoes, and maybe living in a...
No. It was lying tossed aside in undergrowth, making some discarded porn magazines nearby look classy.
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