Dear slaves, creepers, and chronic-humpers,
Have you dreamed of being at My feet? Have you creeped My twitter and instagram, enviously bemoaning the distance which places you outside of groveling reach? Do you spend hours dreaming of being smothered by My leather boots? I bet you do, and I bet it’s a pathetic ordeal to watch…
In the spirit of this Holiday I feel no connection with, I give you the exciting opportunity to almost worship My talented and superior feet, even if you live somewhere really far, and really boring.
Behold, a pair of leather boots I have worn many times, to many filthy deprived places. Yum:
See them taken off My feet. – Boots have been worn many times and may bear the distinct scent of my perspiration. As is.