I have, for a long time, believed my toes look like Cheetos (but not orange like Cheetos or anything creepy like that). So that’s what I call my toes. Sometimes, at a party when people have Cheetos -or cheese puffs- I’ve been caught lowering them to my feet… you know, just to compare.
What’s strange (although you may think the entire thing is strange) is I don’t really like Cheetos. Not my toes, I mean the cheesy puffed snack.
This is a shout out to Lonni Pechick-a-chick and of course, my Cheetos.