You're such a weak-willed puppy for my feet. I know that you also love Goddess foot dust, too, don't you footlicker? Stare at my hot, wrinkled soles, all sweaty right after an hour-long run in my Nike's. I sit down, break out my metal foot file, and collect all of my divine foot dust along the way. I don't even talk to you, I just ignore your attention. I show you how much has accumulated (a LOT), and you can actually see it snowing down as I file. I tie it all up with a nice lotion application. So. HOT.