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The immaculate son has returned to the world of blogging. Did you miss me? Don't answer that. The answer might break my already frail heart. So I started school this past week. Nothing I was looking forward to, but it what it is as my urban brothers and sisters would say. So I go to one of my classes and spot a girl who I think is Desi. She was pretty cute. After a second glance I thought she might be Hispanic. When her name was read off during attendance I confirmed that she was indeed of the Indian subcontinent region. Chyea boi. Good shit. Looks like I'll be looking forward to coming to this class. She was sitting about 10 feet to the right of me. Her desk was against the wall. I noticed she was looking at me, but when I tried to look in her direction, she would look away. Typical Desi girl move. If I were 17 I would have thought that shit was cute, but I'm not in high school anymore. Bali don't play that lubby dubby shieet, ya dig? When I did manage to get a glimpse of her face, I noticed that she wasn't as attractive as I thought. S'all good. It happens. I wasn't that disappointed. A couple of days later I walk into class and notice she's sitting in the same seat as before. I wisely sit one seat closer to her than I was the previous class. I'm not slick, but I try. There was something different about her. At fist I couldn't figure out what it was. Then after a few seconds it hit me. It was her feet. Her flip flops exposed her crusty ass dogs. That shit was whiter than chalk. Fuck man. That shit was nastier than Paris Hilton's face. I kid you not. What made it worse was that she had a dark complexion, so the contrast made it worse. I was obviously taken aback. I decided to pretend nothing happened and paid attention in class. Something which I try my best not to do. I couldn't help it though. I had to look again eventually. It was like an ugly baby. It's something you don't see everyday, and I wanted the memory no matter how traumatizing it might be. When I looked over again I was horrified. She was caressing one disgusting foot with another. She was doing it so violently I thought the dead skin from her feet might fly off and blind me. I had nightmares when I tried to sleep that night. Moral of the story: wash your fucking feet. If you don't the least you can do is hide them. I am Baliwala. When I shower I wash from head to toe, literally. That is all.