Well, well, well. I just came back from the bathhouse with two of my friends. Glorious. Best part is an employee (I guess that what he was) came in with a bucket and sponges. I think to myself what is about to happen?
I watched him scrub down one of my friends first. My first thought was baseball. Then I had to think about Roseanne Barr. Then Roseanne Arnold. I then puked into my mouth at the double dose of Roseanne. (Sorry Rosey if you read this...)
Then it was my turn... I was ready. No chub. Roseanne filtered eyes. I was set. I laid down on the marble bed and braced for impact. The scrub was rough; I think I lost a tattoo in the process, not quite sure. After that, the lather. Yum. Lather. That was a gentle slathering of bubbles. I have never been cleaned like that and probably will do again. And again. And again...
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