-a phiendish, phragrant mummy, whose ravenous appetite for flowering phemale phraonic pheet has revived him phrom the dead , sending his intact olfactories into a constant state of heat.

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Unphortunately, they removed my brains with a stick, so I'm all drive and no brain. I'll do anything for a glimpse of toe cleavage, but sometimes, I bite.

I like to eat phried pota-toes.

Toe rings drive me into phrenzy, as does any small jingling thing placed on a phoot.
Or tiny tempting toes peeking out from under a long flowing dress,
and sandals with beads or shiny things attached
and high heels
or stockings with holes in them,
so a big toe sticks out.


It is true, you know, what they say about a man's fut size. Therefore, gaze upon my massive pheet and shudder, o ye of small sandals!