Despite my hard work vacuuming the upstairs, the only thing around here that has gotten a nice hot oil rub down from Woody is this:
Sure, I'd walk around holding my neck or muttering about my lower back, but Masseuse Moore was too busy going Shiatsu on our kitchen island to pay me any mind. For a whole weekend, oil, oil and more oil. Would that I looked this buttery and toned.
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