Having to wait until Saturday for some hot football action this week.  No more Thursday night football for us.

*sigh*

So, let’s talk about a relevant subject that really plagues our society:  Massage Therapists.

What kind of freak wants a job where you touch people all day?  Think about that for a minute.  You must really be some kind of person who loves touching various, random people. Not even people you may be attracted to.  Large men with hairy backs that smell like Kraft macaroni and cheese.  People that haven’t bathed in days, nor understand the importance of deodorant.  Hippies.  People asking for certain “favors” as an every day part of the job.

As I recall, when I’m giving the wife a massage, there is only one thing on my mind.  You know what I mean.  That sweet time when you are almost done and go back to playing video games.

Aw, yeah!

Well, some other things might happen, but we will stick with the rated PG version.

So, remember, when you book with a masseuse, know they might want to kill you or worse.

To the game….

I guess there is basketball on, and it’s fine:

Lakers at Bucks.  Blah

Rockets/Clippers – just enough yawning as Harden puts us to sleep.

Nets and Spurs.

I miss the old days of basketball when defenders could play defense.  Bill Laimbeer was an ass.  His enemies counted by the hundreds.  But, you watched to see that villain.  I love a good heel in wrestling, and Bill really understood his role as the heel.  As a Lakers fan, I hated him with a passion.  His indignance after getting called for a foul would just make me laugh.  That’s what you call a passion for selling his role.

Talk about something below.  I don’t know what.  Use my superior skill of eating cheeses as your inspiration.