Yesterday I partied with a foot fetishist. He kept on saying how beautiful feet I have. I first thought he was joking, but he couldn't stop looking at them, touch them and even kiss my right foot. How v. weird.But apart from this little hang-up he's actually a nice guy.
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Don't freak out or anything, but you wouldn't mind to be Swedish? (:
I found your blog by accident, and your name caught my attention... sorry for the strange question in case I thought wrong...
sorry for the typ0...
Don't freak out or anything, but you wouldn't happen to be Swedish? (:
That's right. I wouldn't mind being Swedish :)
And guess what? I actually am Swedish.
Well, just be all mysterious and stuff... =) the thought just crossed my mind
Vitsi ja hatar när man skriver såhä i kors... Men ja finner din blog ganska underhållande... plus i protokolle fö de.
Thank you for the nice comment. For my readers: micke said that he finds my blog rather amusing.
Like I said before: flattery will get you anywhere.
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