Grillo's Feet

In 1927 Grillo's feet won an award for something, but I fergits.

My left one is a little friendlier than the other one, that is to say, the right one, but who am I to judge? I am only Grillo. I know my feets like the back of my hand. Sometimes Grillo draws friendly faces on the bottoms of his feet and puts on puppet shows for poor blind children. Sometimes my cactus friend also makes an appearance, which is okay with my feet because my cactus friend is not der prickly kind of cactus friend, he is smooth and slick and made of rubba. On other occasions, Grillo will draw little cartoon faces on his toenails with a sharpie, and then go out to like the Mall, or Firestone Tires, or someplace like that, and walk around in public with no one knowing that under Grillo's shoes there are socks, and under the socks is little cartoon faces drawn with a sharpie on my toenails. Are you listening?

Grillo's feets, like his hands, are slightly orangey in color due to an incident several years ago in which I ate carrots every day for Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner until my skin turned bright orange due to an accumulamation of Beta Carotene. I ate nothing but cucumbers for months after that in hopes dot I vould turn green but nothing happened, man, what a rip.

Women wishing to send me pictures of their feet, for purposes of comparison and all in the interest of science, should do so.