Comfort Eagle
Level of Cherry Feather
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- Apr 21, 2003
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So I spent this weekend hanging out with everyones beloved emilyemilyemily for a crazy awesome yet totally platonic tickle torture weekend. I had all this great stuff planned for her and was totally psyched to go all out on her. I do all that upperbody stuff, armpits, navel, ribs, all that standard mess, but my specialty is the feets, and I have all kinds of epicness planned for her. I pulled off her socks and went to town. Nothing. 2 bottles of babyoil, Sonicares, paintbrushes, a platinum necklace between the toes, ice scraper, nothing. Just laying there, staring, as if to say "Wow you just don't know when to quit do you?". Dejected I untied her and readied myself for my turn. After she tied me up she proceeded to tickle nowhere but my bellybutton for 20 minutes straight. Eventually I started crying and she called me a bitch, smacked me in the eye, untied me, tossed me off the bed and turned on To Catch A Predator.
So yeah foot guys, hate to kill the dream. 🙁
So yeah foot guys, hate to kill the dream. 🙁