You are so funny. You sit there in front of me trying to patiently wait for me to show you my feet. It drives you so crazy, doesn't it? You find yourself thinking about me and my perfect feet all day long. Each and everyday, I run through your mind. You beg for my attention. You send me tributes, hoping that you will stand out. Hoping that I will notice you, to try to give your life a little meaning. Because you know you are pathetic loser, I mean, you are turned on by feet! Feet are so gross, they walk around all day long, stepping in who knows what, and yet, that's what turns you on! That's what you worship... feet! You're so pathetic. Your only purpose in life is to worship my feet, and send me money. That's it. That's all you're good for, and you know it. That's why you keep sending me tributes. It makes you feel a little better about yourself knowing that you're contributing at least a little bit. You get so turned on by just seeing my feet. I show them off to you while I tease and humiliate you more. You will find yourself even more obsessed and weaker while you worship my nylon feet. Things can quickly get expensive. You came into this just worshiping feet, and now you find yourself opening your wallet.