So few years ago I got a tattoo of a stalk of wheat on my foot to keep me grounded in my Kansas roots. My brother thought it was ridiculous, so he started referring to me as Wheatfoot. I did not mind at all. I also got a tattoo of a seashell on my wrist in honor of my pilgrimage across Spain, but “Shellwrist” never became a thing, so here we are.
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