I Hunger.

[Zebra]

I’d like four fried chickens and a coke.

[eleanorigby]

@Inigo Montoya

The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Foot-rubbing requires affection (or fetish), you want affection? Gimme nachos & beers. Good beers. Nachos are always good. The better the treats, the better the lovin’.** Ain’t nothin free, you know that.*** You gorgeous thing, you.

*bolding mine.

And the door swings both ways, mister. I’ll leave my socks on, how about that?

How about I bring in a beer and some nachos and we sit together and you rub my feet. After we eat, I’ll massage your scalp.

Any other massage we can negotiate later–after some more beer.
Heh.

[The_Weird_One]

@Zebra

I’d like four fried chickens and a coke.

Figured you’d take the good one. I ain’t ordering dry toast.

[ShibbOleth]

Heck, EleanorRigby, I’m sure I could find guys that would pay to massage your tootsies. I’m sure we can work something out.

:: dons his broad-brimmed hat, fur cape and goldfish platform shoes and goes out to find a guy that will truly enjoy rubbing EleanorRigby’s feet ::

[eleanorigby]

@ShibbOleth

:: dons his broad-brimmed hat, fur cape and goldfish platform shoes and goes out to find a guy that will truly enjoy rubbing EleanorRigby’s feet ::

Erp. Gah.

Mine are conventional, boring feet…ten toes, ten toenails, high arches, no bunions…
goldfish platforms? --I am picturing goldfish swimming around in the heels!