You know...oddly enough...while I was driving into work this morning, I was thinking about how we pronounce 'Aphrodite', and then I wondered why we don't pronounce 'hermaphrodite' in a similar fashion.
I know you live in LA, but it was still startling to open this post and see Westwood Blvd, which is 2-3 blocks from my home, my work, and my elementary school. That makes it sound like I live and work where I went to elementary school. I don't. I work and went to elementary school at my home. I home schooled myself.What was I talking about? That traffic looks like a bitch.
I think more businesses should incorporate massages into their marketing plans.
mjenks: You always win for "comment that has the least to do with the post". But they are always interesting, too, so you can stay.Steamy: The first thing I thought of is that you are the custodian at the elementary school you attended, and that you sleep in the boiler room on a moldy cot. It's okay, you can admit it, you're among friend.BeckEye: Me too. What I like about this one is it's very convenient to give your masseuse flowers for a very thorough* massage.*sex
That's some interesting multi-tasking there. Yes indeedy.
Yes, WTF with the massage? Is business so cut throat you need to give away massages with roses? Do they include 'happy endings'? Why did I ask that like you'd know? Sorry!
Ohhhh, I was so confused. I thought there must be some hilarious reason why massages were totally appropriate for a florist.Maybe it's a Mafia cover business? Or just a brothel.PS - Your "*sex" footnote made me giggle.
This reminds me of the joke where the gal is complaining about her boyfriend sending her flowers because she has to spend the next day on her back with her legs in the air and her friends asks, "Why? Don't you have a vase?"I'm here all week.
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