The other day the Queeen of Howktown decided to get a much deserved massage for herself. She had spent many hours that week massaging other people and now it was her turn.
So she went to the gal down the road with whom she had an appointment and said "Give me all you got!"
An hour later she was massaged and squeezed and poked and she was relaxed and little sore. She wanted nothing more than to go home and enjoy this just massaged feeling, snuggled up with her true love.
As she arrived home and looked lovingly upon her darling man, he said "WHAT happened to your hair?"
You see, She looked like this:
Not very sexy.
"Just close your eyes, sweetie, I just got a massage" she said as she snuggled up to him.
"Oh my God! What kind of oil did she use! You smell like "STINKOR"!"
"STINKOR?" she asked.
"Yes, from HeMan, the guy that smells like a skunk. You smell just like the action figure!"
So, Ladies. This Valentine's Day, if you decide to get a massage before the big night.... don't. Wait until after. You don't know what crazy comic book villian you will look or smell like afterwards.