thismisterman: Sorry dude, a bet’s a bet. And I’m not sure why you challenged me to an a
thismisterman: Sorry dude, a bet’s a bet. And I’m not sure why you challenged me to an arm wrestling match with those puny arms anyways. But I won, fair and square, so get down on your knees and take off these rank Sperry’s. This heat and humidity makes them fucking wet and my toes are sliding around in them. Let’s see what did we agree too? Right, you have to kiss each toe on each foot. Oh yeah, and you have to stick your nose right in the crack between the ball of my foot and my toes and sniff. I bet it really smells and you’re gonna get the stink of my sweat all over your nose when you do it. You’ll be smelling it all day. Why did you agree to this bet anyway, dude? I mean, if you’re too chicken we can arm wrestle again, double or nothing? Only this time if you lose not only do you have to kiss and sniff my sweaty, smelly toes, I’m gonna lower my shorts and may you sniff my rank boxer briefs. Right in the pouch I’ve got a smell going that will knock you out. Wanna go another round? this is the story that really got me into the scenario of bets -- source link
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