Ok. What the hell is up with massages? I mean I know they are an "alternative" to a chiropractor or a more WORTHWHILE investment in physiotherapy, but I'm beginning to grow worried. I know someone (big shock already) who recently went for a massage. They were sat on. Sat. On. The masseuse just plopped down on top of them. There was no Turn Down for What butt vibrating, just a small middle aged woman taking her time on another woman's lower back, twiddling her thumbs, probably. Its pretty freakin' nuts we let them get away with it too.
"Yeah sure I'll let this bare-foot man with abnormally dexterous fingers who appears to be on the verge of senility do whatever the hell he wants with my naked body for an hour."
Food for thought next time you find yourself staring at the carpet while R. Stevie Moore and Ian from Hi fidelity's love child slowly tenderises your butt cheeks. You're welcome for the nightmare fuel.
~ Liam
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