While the whole paying for cuddles thing kinda squicks me, some of my best yoga sessions have involved a lot of touching. I'm crap at learning physical stuff, so when a yoga teacher puts her hands on my body and moves it into the position she wants it, there's often a *click* of "Oh, yeah, this does feel more stable/stretchy/whatever." But there's a very clear idea of who is touching and where and how/when/why. There's no emotional context other than, "Let's get this right."
I've found Pilates much the same way. Half the time I feel like mentioning to the instructor "You know, in some cultures this'd constitute a marriage proposal." (The instructor is a rather attractive woman, who's also extremely limber; I was curious to find out if I'd have personal space issues, and it turns out I don't, particularly, in this context at least.)
tommyrot, is that the "I've got a brand new pair of roller skates; you've got a brand new key" song? I love that song, and have since I was little.
There was a very odd spoof of that song by the Wurzels called "I've Got A Brand New Combine Harvester".
The ending of Real Genius?
I won a trip to Europe from that movie. I should probably get myself a copy of it, give something back to the community.
WHAT I’D SAY TO THE MARTIANS by Jack Handy.
Oh dear sweet zombie Jesus, that was hysterical. Fanbloodytastic.