I Hope You Like My Steamy Little Beans
Life here in the "twentieth first century" truly is focused on firsts. First man to the moon. First trillionaire. First man to fight a bear and win. All things that (allegedly) happened. Recently, even.
This post is in fact topical, like the cream on my feet. So apply liberally, people of the sun, and soak in photos of my hot little feeties.
"Yes!" I hear you perverts cry. "More!" I hear you whimper in dulcet tones of lust after the parts of a body most likely to have stepped in a poop.
I don't get it. Not a lick. I do not understand the attraction.
But there's money to be made and, as a fully formed capitalian mammal (a "cat-patilist"), I must make it.
And so easily too. I've got a camera. We've got BILLIONS OF CAMERAS. They just installed one down the street. It's taking pictures of my feet for free. Fuck that.
I plan on taking each and every FLOCK camera franchisee to court to recover lost beer money for all the dirty feet pictures they've stolen from all of us.
But that is beside the point of this post which is to present to you the Cat-Feet-Picture-Slot-Machine which accepts donations to our Ko-Fi Page in exchange for a 100% chance of being presented a picture of a cat's foot (sexy):
That's the whole economy here.
Feet pictured may be dirtier in person. This is not a scamola, it's just a small business operating under current US Federal law which we believe has been completely suspended.
Also, feel free to commemorate both the 250th American Birthday AND this blog post with this darling little sticker:
