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So... you know how it's called a hot stone massage?
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So there I am at the spa,
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Laid out with my mojito, my "Marie Claire,"
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And all of a sudden, I feel a cold rock on my ass.
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I know!
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So Armando was all apologetic. He wanted to reheat the rocks.
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But at this point, I'm like,
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"I'm sorry. I've got a P.T.A. Meeting to run."
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If you left, why are you late?
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Oh, Armando felt so bad,
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He gave me a complimentary seaweed wrap.
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So... what's on the agenda here?