My leg, my leg!

Ooh, my feet are just killing me.

Eight. I have small feet.

Oh, my legs!

Watch out for my corn.

My legs still hurt.

My steps have held fast to your paths. My feet have not slipped.

Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not.

The entire planet is rotating beneath my feet.

You know when I washed my feet last?

She'd get me on my feet so quick, it'd make your head swim.

My feet are covered with boils and sores.

I'll do those dishes later. I've got to get off these feet.

I can't do this in front of all those people. My legs will come off.

I was sure you'd like the lions. My old legs are getting tired.

But as for me, my feet were almost gone. My steps had nearly slipped.

But as for me, my feet were almost gone my steps had well nigh slipped.

Yet my large, soft feet allow me to navigate sand.

I ran from the tower, disappeared in the crowd... and walked 'til my feet gave out.

e) In the same vulnerable position above, he would lay down on a wired wet blanket. A man would sit on a chair between his shoulders and another would sit between his legs to hold him down when his body jumps when the electric current passes through it. f) Face slapping and punching were also a routine.