Many of us can’t find women’s shoes in our size. Neither can bigfoot, who yearns to rock a pair of fierce pumps at least once in his life.

 

Let us not forget one of the best and funniest episodes of King of the Hill which centers around Peggy Hill’s large feet. Although played for laughs at first, the episode has a great message about the objectification of women, empowerment, and personal acceptance:

true story . . . I have a couple of friends who used to make extra money filming videos for dudes with a gay pedal pushing fetish. The world is certainly a large and interesting place.

Seamstress for the Band

reflections on fixin’ my britches . . . — Imagine a boy who never earned a merit badge. How/where else would he learn how to sew? What happens decades later in the sports bar when the button pops off his pants and

Seamstress for the Band

reflections on fixin’ my britches . . . — Imagine a boy who never earned a merit badge. How/where else would he learn how to sew? What happens decades later in the sports bar when the button pops off his pants and

Seamstress for the Band

reflections on fixin’ my britches . . . — Imagine a boy who never earned a merit badge. How/where else would he learn how to sew? What happens decades later in the sports bar when the button pops off his pants and

Seamstress for the Band

reflections on fixin’ my britches . . . — Imagine a boy who never earned a merit badge. How/where else would he learn how to sew? What happens decades later in the sports bar when the button pops off his pants and

Seamstress for the Band

reflections on fixin’ my britches . . . — Imagine a boy who never earned a merit badge. How/where else would he learn how to sew? What happens decades later in the sports bar when the button pops off his pants and

Seamstress for the Band

reflections on fixin’ my britches . . . — Imagine a boy who never earned a merit badge. How/where else would he learn how to sew? What happens decades later in the sports bar when the button pops off his pants and

Seamstress for the Band

reflections on fixin’ my britches . . . — Imagine a boy who never earned a merit badge. How/where else would he learn how to sew? What happens decades later in the sports bar when the button pops off his pants and