Obviously, when it comes to the question of my feet and your wife, there is no contest. There's no competition. I'm better. My feet are better. Which is why you submitted. Which is why you can't stay away. You delight in rejection and being informed that my feet are the sole object worthy of worship, which is precisely the case. All because your wife is a stupid, boring bitch. Look at that perfect white pedicure. So much more satisfying than your white, boring wife. You're just waiting for something more. Watch and adore each wrinkle and soul. My soles look better than your boring wife. My feet make your wife look like a toad, because your wife does look like a toad.