||[Jun. 24th, 2006|01:56 am]
Adventures in the World of Foot Fetish
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I wanted to expand the horizons of exploiting creeps by selling them used socks. Frankly, it's hilarious. It's something that's normally patently offensive, but box them up and ship them to San Francisco (and don't lie, they're responsible for so much weird shit it's not even funny) and you make somebody's day.
I got the idea from a friend of mine. He was selling something on e-bay (headphones, i think), and the guy that bought whatever he was selling caught a gander and my friend in the picture, modeling the headphones (yeah, I'm just going with headphones now, screw it) and saw something he liked. He asked him if he could buy his socks (I forgot for how much, but it was around $20, I believe), after they'd been worn. After this transaction... occurred (that sounds correct), Mr. internet asked if he could buy some of my friend's worn underwear, or, if that was too much, just a rag soaking in his, for a lack of better words, man-marmalade. This was a bit much for my friend (It would be so much easier if I could use his name, but he would brutally murder me, so... alright), so he stopped communication right there.
Frankly, I would've done it. He's just so damn insecure. So what? Some guy wants to smell something you've owned, maybe have some discrete sexual contact with it, keep it under his bed. It's not like he's going to take your chub-chowder and make a clone of you. Geeze, man, take a chill pill.
As I write this, $50 cash are supposedly rocketing their way towards my home right now, in exchange for a sweaty old t-shirt I was going to donate to Goodwill anyway. So, I guess the moral of this post is; Fuck Goodwill, give me $50 and abuse my clothing.