are going clothes shopping, wanna come?



my dick. there it is. you're looking at it.




"IT WAS A FOOT MASSAGE, A FOOT MASSAGE IS NOTHING. I GIVE MY MOTHER A FOOT MASSAGE."

"it's laying your hand in a familiar way on marcellus's new wife. i mean, is it as bad as eating her pussy out? no. but it's the same fucking ballpark."

"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, STOP RIGHT THERE. EATING A BITCH OUT AND GIVING A BITCH A FOOT MASSAGE AIN'T EVEN THE SAME FUCKING THING."

"it's not. it's the same ballpark."

"AIN'T NO FUCKING BALLPARK NEITHER. NOW LOOK MAYBE YOUR METHOD OF MASSAGE DIFFERS FROM MINE. BUT YOU KNOW TOUCHING HIS WIFE'S FEET AND STICKING YOUR TOUNGE IN THE HOLIEST OF HOLIES AIN'T THE SAME FUCKING BALLPARK, IT AIN'T THE SAME LEAGUE, IT AIN'T EVEN THE SAME FUCKING SPORT. LOOK FOOT MASSAGES DON'T MEAN SHIT."

"have you ever given a foot massage?"

"DON'T BE TELLING ME ABOUT FOOT MASSAGES, I AM THE FOOT FUCKING MASTER."

"you've given alot of them?"

"SHIT YEAH, GOT MY TECHNIQUE DOWN AND EVERYTHING. DON'T BE TICKLING OR NOTHING."

"would you give a guy a foot massage?"

(pause)

"FUCK YOU"

"you give them alot?"

"FUCK YOU"

"you know i am kind of tired, i could use a foot massage myself."

"YO, YO, YO MAN..YOU BEST BACK OFF. I AM GETTING ALITTLE PISSED HERE."