I did hot rocks with Deb. I am too blissed out to rejoin the human race.
You see, there are these large round polished river rocks. And they are hot. And the masseuse rolls them up and down your body and tucks them places that seem to need warming up. And then you are lying there with hot rocks in the small of your back and hot rocks between your toes (really) and hot rocks in the palms of your hands and when the masseuse tries to take the rocks back you nearly start crying.
Hot rocks can totally kick Thai massage's ass. IJS.
No matter where you go, there you are.
But sometimes, you are there with rocks. H
Yay for a good massage, Betsy.
"What"s that?"
"It's your hand, Buckaroo."
Rock-a-my-soul in the bosom of Noo-rrd-stroms...
Have you had Thai massage, Betsy? I'm trying to collect data on what it is like.
Studio City, Lee.
Ruby doesn't love us (which is fine). But she doesn't like us either. She does, however, have fresh water and a clean litterbox.
Ultraviolet kicks ass. It's got a near-perfect story arc. Plus, of course, Jack Davenport.
We're gonna rock Betsy, rock her inside out...