Some days you have like 10,000 things to get done but instead you help your friend move after work and then dance in her empty apartment with her and her boyfriend to “Partition.”
And those days, you’ve made the right decision.
choices
Hrm.
StandardIn an interesting twist of events, I’ve got an opportunity to go to a foot fetish party and basically get paid to let people play with and lick my feet. It’s really good money and I wouldn’t use my real name, but I’m not sure if this is something that could bite me in the ass one day.
Thoughts? Anyone have experience with this sort of stuff? Anecdotes? Tips?