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Lisa's Feet

Lisa has really big feet…like, feet so big that she doesn't even bother shoe shopping anymore-she just asks the salespeople if they have any shoes in her size and endures their questionable glares and waits while they disappear in the back room so they won't hurt her feelings when they return to tell her that she's wasting her time because there isn't a shoe salesman on either side of the Mississippi that's going to outfit a poor soul like her. I'm the type that tormented poor Mr. Al Bundy.

Yes, my mutant feet have always been a soft spot (Praise the Lord I moved away from Mississippi and I can wear socks without violating any super secret special fashion codes...Sandals without fear--it's like the foot fungus commercial...[My feet may be big, but I promise they're not diseased.]) Just ask Sandy. And Rose. And the rest of my econ class…And my calculus class. ("Are you over 'it' yet?"-Mrs. Molly Spier)

I couldn't really find any good stuff on the web about feet (other than the pages on fetishes, but I'm much too innocent for anything of that sort…).

Big feet aren't necessarily a bad thing. My grandma told me that I have "better under-standing." And if I were a boy, I would be relatively well-endowed.

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