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You got me down on my knees...

My name is Kapgar and I like pedicures.

It's a shameful admission for someone who would like to consider himself a true "man," but this is me being honest. Laying it all out on the line. Letting the truth be known. If any of you are now disgusted with me and can't stand the very mention of my name, I will understand if you remove me from your favorites list, blogrolls, readers, etc. Totally understand.

But I do like them and right about now I feel like I am in desperate need of one.

My feet, being the most used and abused part of my body (um...), are frequently in terrible shape. I won't go into details suffice it to say that they're just. plain. bad.

And, let me tell you, in times like this, desperate measures are necessary to combat what I'm feeling down on these cloven hooves. Desperate measures in the form of a young woman down on her knees at my feet taking care of my every need...

Yikes, I totally made pedicurists sound like prostitutes, didn't I? Well, they do make me feel real good and I pay them for this service, so... JUST KIDDING!

It is amazing, though, how good a job a well-trained pedicurist can do on my feet. They feel like a million bucks afterwards. And, right about now, I feel like I owe my feet that much money and more.

Maybe it's about time I visit my local foot lady.

You won't think any less of me, will you?

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