Round the Thunderbox, the air is ripe with the
smell of feet, farts, and chili.
Quartermain has ordered us something called a pumpkin spice potpourri -
which should spice things up a bit soon!
So? What kind a feet do you have? I’d have Egyptian feet, but a lifetime in heavy boots has put a studly Greek flare to them that would drive women mad with desire deep down in their lizard brains.
I noticed they left out the Tard Feet that features opposable thumbs. I’d say more, but my good taste and agreeable nature forbid it - I’d hate to be accused of racism and hateyness! HAR HAR HAR!