i have a sponsorship with adidas shoes. they're foot freaks over there at adidas. their engineers love burning the midnight oil innovating things to engulf my huge Street Fighter feet, my Gooftroopers, my Clown Floppers. i'm labeled just like a racecar and do laps around people twice as fast. my favorite part of the race is probably the same as yours: the finely-tuned metal and rubber of a champion's chariot crashing and burning and twisting into a mangled body's new adidas exoskeleton. talk about a hybrid vehicle! oh actually, we were talking about feet. aside from me, the hunnies in my anime club got the cutest. particularly succulent and exquisite baishunfu material. i'm tuning THEM just how i want them, finely, hands gloved in latex, tongue gloved in saliva. i've been making them watch some real sick shit like Midori and a cut of the Ninja Scroll movie i edited myself that extends the boob gobbling scene by a good 15 minutes with some clever dynamic looping. ive been crossing wires