Aww Shucks folks.
My foot slaves have always been there by the magic that Town Park truly is. You really don't need to hunt one down, they usually come willingly.
Well I thought I was done packing everything including my condoms, tennis balls and foot slave but it looks like I have one more thing left to shop for!
. Lock and load.
Are we there yet???
Hold on there, pards
... Only one, the honorable, mighty
Hippie , has ever been known to actually "pack" a
foot slave. The rest of us commoners must hunt
one down, and capture the ever elusive festifoot pleasuring agent
...
Do you know something the rest of us don't? Pleeease share your "foot slave" secrets, and save us from the arduous, annual, mostly disappointing task of the nightly hunt. In Town Park, they seem to only roam the shadows after midnight. Yes, in the moon shadows. So many songs have been sung telling the tales of the failed hunt... Oh, to find the cure to "festifeet". Just look at Hippie's glorious feet... he's the magician, fersure.
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