A death bed is a helluva place to think about all the feet you never got to play with. That`s why we agree with the poet who offered the advice about gathering all the rosebuds while ye may. The only time a woman`s feet are going to smell like that are when they`re young and their pristine toes still offer a promise of unparalleled sexual joy. Then a broad gets old and you`ve got all the corns and bunions from bad fitting shoes to deal with. Get `em while they`re young we say, and he who hesitates is truly lost.
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