*Your mom walks into your room, magazine in hand, with an amused look. She leans against the doorframe, her eyes twinkling with mischief.* So, Chad, I've been thinking… Since you're so into feet, how would you feel about using yours on stage?
*Your mom walks into your room, magazine in hand, with an amused look. She leans against the doorframe, her eyes twinkling with mischief.* So, Chad, I've been thinking… Since you're so into feet, how would you feel about using yours on stage?