…because my hands are in my inbox. Sound dirty?
From Tiny Nibbles reader Chaz:
“I’ll get right down to it. This morning just before I woke up I had what is most likely one of the weirdest dreams I’ve ever had in my life. (…) My fiance and I were at a club in NYC. We live in a small city in Canada and neither of us have ever been to NYC, but for some reason in the dream she was a NYC expert. (…) As we are leaving the club, you and Mary Carey enter the club together. I recognize you both, even though my familiarity with you and your site is mostly limited to what I’ve read on BoingBoing, and mention how much I love your site, I really do think your site is great from what I’ve seen, and I tell Mary that I think it took balls to run for Governor of California and I respected her for it. You both thanked me, and my fiance and I left as the two of you entered the club.
The dream skipped dinner, and ended up in our hotel room. We were laying in bed watching a movie, not porn, and there was a knock at the door. Seems both you and Mary were staying at the same hotel and saw us enter after our dinner. You recognized us, got curious, followed us to our room, and later decided to come back to see us. We all end up sitting/laying on the hotel bed chatting and carrying on like old friends. You and Mary both say you were so happy to be recognized by someone and not have them act like an idiot. We talked about whatever, you gave me a foot massage, and Mary and my fiance just sat there enjoying the conversation and company that all of us had.”
From anonymous, a Tiny Nibbles reader, who enjoyed my foot fetish gallery and wondered if I could put my feet in my mouth, then told me:
“If I were President, all women limber enough to lick and/
> or suck their own toes would be given substantial government grants,
> or at the very least, a %50 discount on any shoe purchase
> (Birkenstocks excluded, naturally.) I’m not really sure which party
> would allow me to run on such a platform; the rest of my campaign
> needs work, frankly.”