not to be confused with yo ho, which would take me tangentially to yo ho ho and a bottle of rum, and on to heh heh heh, Johnny Depp, sex toys and mascara. I know, you're dying to ask... sex toys???? Before you change your opinion of me let me explain, on the weekend I caught part of a show that was talking about an art project where people mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard. A friend had previously sent me a link to PostSecret so it wasn't particularly new news to me, but one of the postcards they displayed on the show said "my vibrator is named Johnny Depp" ... and, so, isn't everyone's?? But back to the ho...
Yesterday my back was wracked with pain (I'm starting to forget when my last pain free day was... possibly one that I was inebriated...) so off I went to physio. Got some more stretches (tip: it's embarassing to be asked to "see how far you can move" after you have already moved as far as you can) and then I was introduced to the magic fingers and heat of the ho. I'm not sure if it was THE Dr. Ho, and to be honest I really didn't care. The sensation was heavenly, bordering on orgasmic and like the lovesick, I longed for it to continue into eternity. So take note, I'm putting Dr. Ho's Muscle Massage System on my Christmas list, and my birthday list, and my mother's day list, and my new holiday in February Family Day list, and any other list I can think of... just so you know.
now that I think of it, maybe my thoughts about Johnny Depp and Dr. Ho have more in common than I originally thought ;)
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