Guess what, sometimes something good happens to you and you want to celebrate with a family dinner at Olive Garden.
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I browsed around a little there as well and somehow ended up in the body rub section, and eventually found a rub-n-tug right by my house. It was at that moment I realized college had erased any sense of moral fiber I had left, but luckily it had also erased any ability to care about that moral fiber. Off to the "massage parlor" I went.I got there and it looked exactly like something out of Entourage. A lowkey, kind of shady place in the middle of a random shopping complex that clearly nobody would ever go to for an actual massage. I was kind of nervous because even though I read their advertisements online, I didn't really know how to say I expected a happy ending. I also ended up reading a lot of rub-n-tug fail stories online. Anyway I walked in, saw the receptionist and told her I had found them on backpage and would like a massage in hope that she would catch my drift. We made some small talk and eventually she directed me to a waiting room. There were a few other guys in the waiting room...one of them was my fucking dad.
Jin this is for you
this too
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http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/06/13/google-glass-daily-show_n_5491565.htmlGoogle Glassholes feature on The Daily Show. "Hate Crime..." you can almost taste the privilege.
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