A few months ago, while giving a client a facial, the conversation turned to sex. I know. I know. It just happens sometimes. Sue me.
Anywho, she'd been married for twelve years and was trying to figure out how she could spice up her love life.
Like normal, we ran through all of the options that our nonfreaky minds knew of. Porn. Toys. Role playing. A threesome. Which she replied, and I agreed, "Heck naw!"
Then she took the warm towel off of her eyes (I give a mean facial) and asked, "Have you heard about the upside down pineapple in the basket of your grocery cart?"
"Uh...no. What...does...that...mean?"
Anywho, she'd been married for twelve years and was trying to figure out how she could spice up her love life.
Like normal, we ran through all of the options that our nonfreaky minds knew of. Porn. Toys. Role playing. A threesome. Which she replied, and I agreed, "Heck naw!"
Then she took the warm towel off of her eyes (I give a mean facial) and asked, "Have you heard about the upside down pineapple in the basket of your grocery cart?"
"Uh...no. What...does...that...mean?"
