Happy Friday, folks. My muse was at her best snarky self with this picture. You'll see. ;-)
Good grief almighty. How on earth did I end up in this job? You’d think being the one responsible for rubbing baby oil into hunks' skin would be the dream job… right?
Well, let me tell you it isn’t. Not only do most of these so called hunks have an ego a mile long, it gets kinda old fast.
Especially when all that rubbing across parts makes things move. Get your head out of the gutter, not that part. That might be interesting… might, you know what they say about steroids.
No, this guy just farted.
“Open a window, stat.”
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Till next week, folks.