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Title: My hands smell like feet
Post by: Vulture on October 17, 2014, 09:06:03 am

Sitting on the couch, I've apparently developed a nervous habit of playing with my toes when I'm not typing. I blame cinnamon coffee.

Thank you for reading this life changing announcement.

Title: Re: My hands smell like feet
Post by: Vulture on October 17, 2014, 10:18:01 am

Quote from: Banned on October 17, 2014, 10:14:19 am

LONGLIVEZOKLET.NET

The fact that you're spamming LLZ leads me to believe you have no association whatsoever with LLZ.

Bullshit like this only adds to the ongoing D vortex. They want users? Swap content, continuously.

Title: Re: My hands smell like feet
Post by: Vulture on October 17, 2014, 10:19:53 am

Your images are stale and overused.

Title: Re: My hands smell like feet
Post by: Vulture on October 17, 2014, 10:22:59 am

Fuck, the people who initially fapped to them are probably bored to death of them now ffs. Even the goddamn spam trolls have become milquetoast here.

Title: Re: My hands smell like feet
Post by: Rationahl on October 29, 2014, 01:50:43 am

Theres a kid at my school who has his right foot where his right hand should be and vice versa

Title: Re: My hands smell like feet
Post by: Max Headroom on October 29, 2014, 01:53:17 am

so brave

Title: Re: My hands smell like feet
Post by: starvingniglet on October 29, 2014, 02:06:20 am

This summer I was walking my dog around my neighborhood when I noticed some reddish-brown dried substance on his flanks.  I wondered if it was barbecue sauce, because sometimes he gets scraps from the restaurant or whatever.  His fur is white so he always gets flecks of barbecue sauce in his fur.  The strange thing was, I had not had anything with barbecue sauce for over a week.

I crouched down and touched the substance, and then smelled my hand expecting to smell the tangy smell of barbecue sauce.  As I vigorously sniffed my fingers, my eyes met the neighbors as he drove slowly past, staring at me hunched over in the street smelling my fingers.