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 Originally Posted by spoonitnow
That's the price you pay for being gay.
Whatever fag.
I had a good winning night at the poker table once, and often times when that happens, I'll splurge on a massage. The casino spa was offering a special "mens package" that day which allowed me to get the pedi and the massage for roughly the same price.
Up until that point all I ever did was take the hedge clippers to my toenails every couple of weeks. Then, on this day, I got a pedicure.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT A DIFFERENCE.
Even the act of putting on socks felt smoother, and more comfortable. I really don't know how to describe how much more comfortable, and healthy my feet felt, and how that feeling improved my overall comportment in ways I still don't understand.
Suffice it to say, as of that day, my feet became someone else's job. And I don't care how gay anyone thinks it is. Don't knock it til you tried it.
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