“Regis”: “—And this time, honey, I want the ‘happy ending’ in carnauba wax, which is easily brushed out—not the hot ginger oil. Last time when you, y’know, finished me off…it took a week of soaping the duster with Lever 2000 twice a day before I could enjoy a nice single malt Scotch. In the meantime, the Macallan would just bead up on me like little brown single malt boils.”
Ya gotta respect a ‘stache that knows his usque baugh. Mine could tell some decent Tales of Fine Booze.
TW: And as long as I have the means, said Tales will grow in number.
Being a 27 year-old Southern boy, I only recently heard the time-honored tradition of certain… massage parlors to perform… special massages referred to as ordering the ‘happy ending’, and this through a tacky radio ad on a local hard rock station. I always thought the ‘happy ending’ was when they applied a thick coat of wax to the entire back and removed it in a single large flourish. Very happy indeed.
Not that I’ve ever ordered the happy ending, mind you.
Hell, give Regis his own show on XM going up against Howard on Sirius. Sounds like they cover the same territory.
They say Regis repels bullets.
Macallan? I always figured him for an Oban or Talisker kind of ‘stache. Go figure.
Macallan? I always figured him for an Oban or Talisker kind of ‘stache. Go figure.
………and there was a time.
But the story goes that he went on a binge while filming in St. Andrews and woke up one afternoon with his kilt in the corner and his handlebar around Alec Baldwin’s pubes.
Sworn off since.
Ah. That would about do it, wouldn’t it then.
Oban is a very pretty little town, btw.
You’ve made a reference to something dirty and sexual–and I don’t get it.
Impressive! *Most* impressive.
One stray tap of the spacebar and “massage the rapist” takes on a whole new meaning.
Why not try a massage? =)