First things first, apologies for the background fan noise. In truth, it only vindicates how hot it was, therefore how steamy my SOCKLESS FEET got inside the INFAMOUS JOGGING NIKEs. I'm talking about ROOM CLEARING VINEGARY STINK, the kind hardcore FOOTSNIFFERS crave. A girl is never proud of body odour, but I feel damn SPECIAL watching FOOTBOY absolutely POWERLESS, submitting to my STINKY FEET. It's the kind of unexplained chemistry that must be embraced, not denied!