Look away, boys. No, I'm serious. You want no part of this.
Ladies, I just gotta ask.
How come it is, when I go for my regularly scheduled lady version of the lube-oil-and-filter-change, like a good woman should to care for her female health....
At the end of the session in which I've been unspeakably violated by a stranger...
Why is THIS all I get to clean up?
One sad towelette? One? That is not enough to clean up from a deep bbq'd rib dinner much less from the event for which it has been offered.......
And, as a special birthday present from my doctor and my HMO, to celebrate this milestone birthday, *I* get the pleasure of having my boobs dragged across the room then squished between two xray plates.
Gosh, this being forty is fun!
*snarf!*
