Read between the toes.

I need some toe floss.
Yes, toe floss. Like a thick 12-inch cotton string with a knot every inch or so. I need a dozen or two. Don’t really like running my fingers between my toes to remove the sludge. I need a special device like “toe floss.” Something to pull out random particles collected after a days walking. Floss and toss in to the dirty clothes hamper. None the less, I’m really not sure how that poopy stuff gets there between my toseys-wosies in the first place. I wear thick socks and a shoe on each foot and a person would think those items alone would prevent, as they call it, toe jam. Stinky moosh marmalade.
Well then, if not toe floss, then an air compressor next to my bed with the air pressure to blow the smelly gook out. Either toe floss or a toe blower. Which will it be?

Published by OkieMan

I come from a family who migrated from the parched red dirt Plaines of southern rural Oklahoma. Migrating to blue collar working class community of East Los Angeles. There is where I was born. I am Mr. Writermelon. I can only write what my grammar and spell checker allows. I am neither profound nor profane. Boy howdy! Send comment to: Mr.writermelon@gmail.com

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