Massage This
by Steve West on June 27, 2013
Recent conversation with Brenda:
(After a massage and dinner as a birthday gift from her sister) me: How was everything?
Brenda: I'm gonna be sore for the next few days. I made the mistake of asking for medium pressure.
me: I guess each massage parlor has its own definition of pressure like restaurants have for medium rare. Now the massage parlor I go to...
Brenda: I don't want to hear about the massage parlor you go to.
me: But they're the best! I think they invented the extremely localized shiatsu massage technique. They use it to squeeze bills from your wallet. Where was dinner?
Brenda: Don Pablo's (a local mexican restaurant).
me: I hope dinner was after the massage 'cause if you eat mexican and then have a beefy swedish lady squeeze you...
Brenda: Dinner was after the massage so stop now.
me: I'm just sayin'. So what was the massage lady wearing?
Brenda: I'm going away now.
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