Patricia and Forrest

“Why,” asked Patricia, “why can’t you just wash your feet?”
Forrest replied, “They make me smell manlier, obviously.”
“But they absolutely reek and I have to wake up to that horrid smell every single morning,” exclaimed Patricia.
“I don’t care!”
Patricia screamed back, “They stink so bad, they’re making my nostrils bleed.”
“Patricia,” stated Forest, “you are just going to have to except the fact that my feet will never be washed again, your screaming and ranting wont help the situation.”
“You either wash your feet or we are over and I’m leaving,” said Patricia.
“Fine have a good life; it’s just me and my feet now.”