Just for laughs I was trying to figure out what kind of woman would marry a foot boy like you. I couldn't think of any. No woman wants a guy who has foot breath. Gross. My feet are the closest you're ever going to get to a wife so I decided that you need to propose to My toes. Kiss them and pledge your undying love for them. Buy Me a gold and diamond toe ring to show your admiration. We can celebrate this pathetic proposal with a slicked up stroke fest. Beat off to the only part of My body that will have you: My feet.