I think this has to do with low self-esteem issues: when I hang around hipsters, or artists, or Young Professionals, I feel inadequate, weird and immature. Thankfully, my good friend Muscles Manischewitz is a Harley rider…so I get to ride along on a lot of adventures. They have a friendly sports bar there that is open to the public, and one of the prostitutes will give you a free tour of the brothel if you want. I highly recommend it! Well, this past week Muscles invited me on a longer trip, down into Arizona to the mystical, spiritual, hippy-dippy New-Age mecca of Sedona. This was a 3-day trip, and I was suppposed to jam all my needs into one measly saddlebag.
Hell show you whatever you want to know. Ill stay here in the room so you feel safe. He wont do anything without your permission and cooperation, so just tell us what you have in mind and well get started.