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 JevInstincts
They call me Bigfoot. Not to be confused with Lead Foot, or heaven forbid Gordon Lightfoot. To be perfectly honest, there aren't very many of the "they" people out there, in fact there's only one, and I think she called me Bigfoot by accident. In fact, I think it was some other word that called attention to some part of my body. But if you want you can call me Bigfoot. I've got big feet. And you know what they say about big feet. Yup, you need big shoes. Naturally this sad thought sent my brain off to go boldly where no thoughts should go. What if . . . Two little words. What if. What if indeed. What if there really was a correlation between the size of your feet, and the size of, well, you know. And what if the correlation was much too close for comfort - literally. Instead of toes you'd have little dinky bits, and of course that would mean that your heel would be the most sensitive of bits. A nice comfortable pair of shoes would no longer be a luxury. Don't even think about running. Stubbing your toe would be grounds for a sick day. There'd be some good too. Little boys wouldn't have those terrible temper tantrums where they stomp their feet. And you'd really have to mean it before putting your foot down. Sadly the world of sports would suffer. Soccer, basketball, baseball, and don't even get me going on the subject of foot ball. Although that one has some rather interesting connotations . . . What if I didn't have these thoughts . . . Jevster, |
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