Today a guy offered to buy my “used slippers” for 500 dollars. I told him I was wearing boots, which are not so good for jacking off, but excellent for kicking him in the balls if he decides to show up, which he threatened to do. I will never understand foot fetishism.
This was, however, a welcome change from the heavy-breathing perv that calls 5 times a day and tries to get me to explain to him, in full detail, what the rabbit does.
On the upside, the porn shelves are immaculate!
4 Comments
June 4. 2009 at 1:40 am
get over yourself and quit making up stories to make yourself feel better
June 4. 2009 at 12:39 pm
Yeah, random strangers who I’ve never seen before in my life calling the sex shop I worked at 3 years ago to vaguely sexually harass me is totally a fake story I created to make myself feel better. Because what lady isn’t flattered by anonymous phone calls from men who don’t even know who she is?
You fucking dumbshit. If I were really going to “make up a story to make myself feel better,” it would be one in which I win the lottery, procure a yacht, and spend my days sailing around the Caribbean with Zach Galifianakis, who would have come down with a disease in which he NEEDS to eat pussy thrice daily in order to survive…not one in which I fend off a 55 year-old foot fetishist in a come-stained west village sex shop.
October 25. 2009 at 10:28 pm
i wod giv u 2OOO$ for a sexy footjob n suk ur toes n lik ur soles n cum all ovr ur bare feet n b ur slave O n im not 55 im 16
October 26. 2009 at 10:19 am
Sold!