Let me apologize for the slightly chipped toe polish. As much as I take pride in keeping my feet imaculate, jogging barefeet in my trashed isn't exactly pedicure friendly. SNIFFBOY likes the tradeoff, in fact, don't think he noticed, because these Nikes, when you absolutely positively gotta destroy every SNIFFBOY in the room, accept no substitutes! Enough with Jacky Brown. About the runners, AFTER JOGGING it feels SOAKED down there, SQUISHY INSOLES galore. So why waste it? I'm on a mission to satisfy the LUCKIEST FOOTBOY out there, so I make Every Sniff Count, like a build-up to an explosion. From ROOM CLEARING POPPING-OFF, to IN HIS FACE VINEGARY KNOCK-OUT FOOT SMELLING, ending with a SUPER INTENSE HANDJOB. And this - ladies and gentlemen - is what FOOT GODDESSES do.