A few years ago my friends and I were at a RenFaire when we came upon a set of stocks...you know the heavy wooden contraptions with two holes for your ankles to go through and lock you in. In the way old days they would lock the bad guys in these things in the town square, and humiliate them in public. My "buds" convinced me to get in for a photo, so I sat on this bench, put my ankles through the holes, and they locked me in, trapping me good. Then they removed my shoes and socks and began to tickle my feet until I went crazy with laughter. Several strangers even took a crack at me. I was so embarrassed but I couldn't stop them. If you had happened by right then, would you have been tempted to tickle my feet as well? If you saw me being helplessly tickled out of my mind, would you want to rescue me or help tickle me crazy? And if you saw that I was incredibly ticklish would that effect your decision? I'd really like to know what you'd do. How much of the devil do you have in you?
2007-03-09
11:22:16
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