Big Foot
b'I\'m sitting here in my big, comfortable, black leather pappa chair in my living room...just took off my shoes...ohhh that feels so good. It\'s like sneezing three times in a row, or long fingernails scratching your back, a long...warm shower...releasing a belch that starts right behind your navel, or let\'s be honest...there are few feelings as fine as the release of your personal fragrance of a combustible nature. \\n From the time I get up in the morning, I look forward to the instant that my shoes come off at night. The smart guys in the white lab coats claim that depression, and irritability tend to be among the causes of flat feet. Seems to me that the frequent flapping of flat feet might be one of the causes of depression and irritability. And boy are my feet flat. And big. Very uncomfortable when I put them into my mouth...which...given what I have done for a living all my life...is frequently. \\n I really do have big feet. For a guy my size. I used to be 5-11. Probably closer to 5-10 now. Louie-Louie Generation Guys do get worn down...in part from the pressures of taking good care of our Louie-Louie ladies. And we do take care of them. Ask my Lady Wonder Wench. She now sometimes says "Size isn\'t every thing." And I like the way she purrs when she says it.'