Neanderpundit

I mean, the idea of having a woman come to a hotel room and give you a massage is a little creepy to begin with, and frankly, I would consider it inappropriate to have a woman I wasn’t intimate with give me a massage. Besides which, I’m a big guy, and the muscles in my legs alone are the size of large marsupials. The last time I got a professional massage it was in a mens club to which a friend belonged. The masseuse was a big Russian guy with hands the size of a nine pound Armor canned ham, and when he was done, I knoew I’d never need another massage as long as i lived, he did it all at once. I think he may have even cracked a rib, at one point.

Algore isn’t tiny, and while I trust the woman in question does her level best, I doubt that she a: could do a lot of actual good were he to really NEED to be massaged, and b: was there to actually massage him.

Makes you wonder how many other Massage girls this has happened to wth mr Gore.

I know it happens to a lot of massage girls, and it’s stupid sick that they get put in those situations, just trying to make a living.

Actually, it’s called SUMMER, and though I dislike the heat, I’m glad to see it come back, after the last two disasters we had.

I’m not gonna be happy to see the electric bill.

Days like today, human anatomy being what it is, the normal scrotum expands to sometimes twice it’s size to allow the testes to hang further away from the body, keeping them cooler. And that’s normal ones, mine seem to billow out to the size of a weather balloon. leaving me with what looks like pink batwings glued with sweat and gold bond to the insides of my thighs.

Now, as you grumble through your day bitching, hold that mental image in your head, and be thankful you’re not me.