Check out the ankles on her!

I'm a liar. Due to a late day at work, chillin' with Grandpa, an unexpected phone call from my buddy Patrick in LA, and of course, the latest episode of "Meet My Folks," the update is not done yet. I will tide you over with a quick story. Last night I went to Boogie Nights in Lombard with Mel, Jake, Shanny, and crew. At one point Mel and I were walking past some people when Super Mario and Princess Toadstool (aka a mustachioed man and his stanky breathed wife) asked if they could see our ankles. Confused, disturbed, yet damn curious, we complied with their requests, and they seemed pleased at what they saw. Princess Toadstool commented that her husband liked thin ankles, and they then called over their Koopa Troopas (aka sons) to play a little game of "Meet My Folks" (no lie detector) and see if they could make some love connections. We beat a hasty retreat and went back to our table, but is the ankle a fetish I wasn't aware of? Holla!