Manna from a Man

So I got a massage today.

It was incredible.

It was just as good as the last time I had one, which was only in March, but....that feels too long ago.

And this time....it was by a man.

Whoa kids, I mean, am I right!?

And I don't feel bad about it one bit.

So what if he had on more eye makeup than I did?

He rubbed me down, and he rubbed me down gooooood.

In all seriousness, massages are like manna from God. Too bad they are a bit more expensive...