Man I hate it when I lose something or forget it in the cab during a drunk ride home from the bar. You know how it goes, you get home and realize you left your wallet or phone in the taxi, o...Man I hate it when I lose something or forget it in the cab during a drunk ride home from the bar. You know how it goes, you get home and realize you left your wallet or phone in the taxi, or even worse, your foot.
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Reminds us of the young EMT paramedic gal with a foot fetish. She collected a couple of feet from a horrific accident scene and sneaked them home. Put the foot in a deep roasting pan with some water, potatoes, carrots and onion, and slow cooked them overnight. Meat fell off the bone and was just like pulled pork. Oh yeah - wash the feet well first. A little fresh lemon takes away the foot taste.
Reminds us of the young EMT paramedic gal with a foot fetish. She collected a couple of feet from a horrific accident scene and sneaked them home. Put the foot in a deep roasting pan with some water, potatoes, carrots and onion, and slow cooked them overnight. Meat fell off the bone and was just like pulled pork. Oh yeah - wash the feet well first. A little fresh lemon takes away the foot taste.
then you better pick it up
poor woman, she already has one foot in the grave