Last week Alice wrote about "what to expect from a thai massage" and I nearly peed my pants. In order for me to continue my post you must go and read Alice's post. Go ahead. I'll wait.
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Okay, so last Friday I ran the kids around to two appointments and then delivered them to their schools that are nowhere near each other and then found myself with a few hours between my own appointments. I stopped in at the closest Panera and had coffee and a bagel. I was flipping through The Calendar where I discovered an unused gift card for my fav massage place. I called and asked if they had an opening and made an appointment for an hour later (riveting stuff so far huh?). This particular massage place is a school where you can have a massage with a recent graduate for really cheap. I've always had the best massages there because they are trying new techniques and generally still love their jobs.
So I arrive and am told that my masseuse was a man named Chris. Fantastic. Chris is very nice and off we go. I'm face down and Chris is massaging my back, neck and arms and at one point this happens:
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| Image by Alice at http://aliceblogs.blogspot.com |
ALL I could think about was Alice's blog and OMG what the fuck? What if THIS happens?
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| Image by Alice at http://aliceblogs.blogspot.com |
For more of Alice's adventures rendered in MS Paint, I recommend "like any of you didn't know", "paintings of the pole volume: real life", and "the wrong way to use caffeine".


OK, the "undignified" drawing has me LOLing over here. I.would.die. :D
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you enjoyed your massage!
HAHAAA! that's awesome - i don't know whether to apologize for exposing you to that possibility, or say you're welcome for warning you about what might come :)
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