Foot in mouth disease

I've got a disease, and it can only be cured with more spicy, saucy, steamy piles of 4:00am chicken feet and a bottle of W7,000 wine from a convenience store.

I find it funny that the only toes I will ever suck on in my life are ones of an animal that prances around all day in a pile of dirt and their own fecal matter--go figure. 

There's something supremely special about a couple of old pals sharing in a late night foot feast. Joe was in tears from the spice and I was in tears from laughing at him and his weak tastebuds.