Words you don't want to hear at the end of a LONG day at the spa:
"... 80 minute deep tissue massage... really big guy... plays for the Redskins... 6'-5".. 300lbs...
ALL MUSCLE..."
The word you say in your head after hearing those words:
Well... you can use your imagination. I guarantee I thought of them all. Nice guy, though.
19 comments:
I don't have much of an imagincation. So lets hear them.
I second Mrs. McDreamy...
probably something like this, remember it's in quotes so it's not my sin... "Holy fuckin' shit! damn it to fuckin hell! bitch ass... SHIT!!! DAMN IT, COCK, BALLS, SHIT! I wanna go home!"
LOL (and I don't mean lots of love)
I keep coming back to this blog just to read probably the sweetest comment ever left on someones blog... and it was written by me!
Gar... amen, there isn't much that needs to be said after those words in the quotation marks. But Missy said, one word, and if I had to guess which one she was thinking out of your list it'd probably be simply, "balls!"
I second the balls
Like a Picasso, or a sweet "from the casting couch film" Gar's latest post on this blog is perfect in every way. Never has a string of curse words been more abstractly thrown together with such literery skill, while at the same time delivering a crystal clear message. My hat is off to you brother......
TFB
I feel so honored! Not only have we discovered Garg's amazing telepathic powers, but he chose to introduce these powers on MY BLOG, resulting in what is undoubtedly "the best post ever."
Now I've learned, maybe a bit too late, that to bump up my site activity I don't need to write blogs regularly, all I have to do is allow Garg room to stretch and do his thang. That's when the numbers really go up!
fuckin' right! I like this blog, you allow me to express myself as is appropriate to the situation.
oh my, what have I done...
okay, i guess someone has been logging in as me and writing potty words... they are horrible. When i find out who it is!!!
July 10... hmm, but today is Aug 2. So in 8 days I get a new post?
Maybe. If you're good.
I swear I was good... I swear it!
Oh come on you weenie!!!! Ok, so I missed the original post by about a month. At least you didn't have to use your thumbs on that guy for his trigger points. I mean good hell you probably could have walked on the guy the entire massage and he wouldn't have known the difference.
Simon Birch... who are you, a fellow massager or a heroic midget? Just so you know the rules, neither gives you permission to call me names, but based on your attractiveness you do have a cursing allowance. Because you are anonymous to me, and mostly because you called me a "weenie", that one "hell" is all you get for now - at least until we get to know eachother better. Welcome to my blog!
PS - I'm working on a new post and it's really good. Sorry all for the lapse, but I've been distracted lately.
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