Foot Massage and BBQ!

I'm reminded of the old joke about the biker who pulls up to a bar and sees a sign advertising $1 grilled cheese sandwiches and $5 handjobs. He approaches the beautiful blonde waitress.

"Are you the one who gives the handjobs?" he asks.
"Yes," she coos softly.
"Well go wash your hands and make me a grilled cheese."

Except I don't think anyone involved in this is asking for hand washing.

Kudos to this guy for combining his god-given talent (throwing things into a vat of boiling oil) and his kinky sexual fetish (rubbing feet) into one money-making bonanza.

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