Funkmaster requested a massage from me. All I could think was fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck! Instead of the foot massage, I ended up doing a TAILBONE massage. This "spot massage" is ridiculous. I swear I don't want to massage him anymore. Of all the people to request me, WHY HIM?
Today, the doctor let me lay on his intersegmental traction table. It felt so good, but every time he would get ready to adjust me, either a patient or a client came in. I never got my adjustment, and he went home early due to food poisoning.
Well, I don't have anything else to TYPE. I'm sleepy.
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