Hose those 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 yucky stuff gets there between my toseys-wosies anyway in the first place.  I wear thick socks and a shoe on each foot and any person would think those items alone would prevent, as they call it, toe jam.  Stinky little piggy marmalade.  Dawg dew.  Puppy puddy.  Whatever.

Give me a dozen strings or so.  I’ll floss this stuff right out of there.  Or, maybe I’ll just go barefoot and walk in beach sand.  Yes, that would keep that foot fudge from forming between each toe.  That’s it.  I’ll go to Waikiki and walk in the sand.  Aloha.