Ironically, the duplex upstairs had to share a bathroom, and between the couple in Unit A and the three coeds in Unit B, it seemed there was never a free shower.
She worried the color of the sign was not strong enough of an indicator as to what kind of showers her newly opened fetish massage parlor was offering, but then again, those who ran in her circle tended to understand symbolism better than most.
It was here, in the heart of Southern California’s famed San Fernando Valley, that the table shower craze first began.
One door, exotic massage parlor – the other door, RNC national headquarters… table showers are not torture.
Peter was feeling cool and refreshed, until he looked to his right – “Free table shower, dammit I just paid $30 for one!”
Intrigued by the idea of a table shower, Myron wondered what else might be free at this nameless establishment.
From her vantage in the passenger seat, Celia turned in disgust from the sign, FREE TABLE SHOWER, only to catch the more sickening smirk on her husband’s suddenly ugly face.
Excuse me, but do any of you know where the Young Dong restaurant is?
I don’t know what a “table shower” is, and I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know.
Lost, late, with a car full of noisy, inquisitive children; “Mommy, why would someone put their table in the shower?”
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