Big Foot's Pad
My brother had a friend in high school who must have been at least 7 feet tall with huge clown feet. He had to duck to get through our door, even. One time I went over to his house and the place smelled paralyzingly like someone had stuffed old cat food in the heating vents. This Big Foot's Pad stinks too, but in a different way.
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Talk about insensitivity.
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