Saturday, June 6, 2009


I'm with this guy.

"Men's feet, in particular, make me squirm and gag: the mottled colouring, the sparse hair, the little toe that has been crushed into the one next to it over the years so that it has turned and bent and cuddles up against it now, sadly, as if trying to spoon an unwilling lover, the yellowed, cracked toenails, and the fully blackened one on the right biggy from toe-punting a goalpost 14 years ago. How can bringing these out in public be considered acceptable?"

Ha. Good stuff.




Omar said...

My feet are fucking awesome, thank you very much. Me and Elliot, pieds fantastiques!

unokhan said...

actually, there are some extraordinarily lovely feet among the young men of the world. their long metatarsals extend their essential strength into the realm of the easily observable.

what, did this journalist come up short for copy?

DoctorBoogaloo said...

I can't bear to look at feet. Just seeing mine in the shower gives me the willies. I don't know how podiatrists do it all day long.

unokhan said...

beware the internet my son

DoctorBoogaloo said...

Uno: Thanks for not offering any links.

Llewellen, get Uno a beer.

Omar said...

Way off the foot topic here, but is it just my imagination or has young Woozle's mind gone to mush since attending university? I am not going to provide examples, but it would seem to me Cohn-Bendit had it right when he wrote that the halls of higher learning are nothing more than sausage machines grinding out know-nothings so they can march blindly instep with bourgeois society they are about to join. (Big paraphrase there, but you catch my drift)

Tawk amongst yourselves! ;-)

DoctorBoogaloo said...

Well, I for one, have noticed a substantial change in Woozie. He never writes and he only calls when he needs money. He even forgot to wish me a happy St. Swithin's Day.

Whatever became of that young libertarian? Where are the motherfucking snakes and the Rick Rolls? And he's offered not a single piece of artwork for us to criticize in months.

I blame The Beatles.

Omar said...

I forgot about those shaggy-headed punters, but I still blame university.

unokhan said...

i will tell u zacklee what happened. in athens he found joie de vivre among male and female comrades and his intriguing alienation became somewhat diluted.

but don't despair ye mary gennelmenz-- he's going back 2 maryland for the summer; perhaps he will rediscover loneliness there.