While I was on my vacation in Mackinaw I picked up a back scratcher.... no big deal, except that I was sunburned and I knew I was going to be needing a scratcher once the burn peeled off... and it was only 2.99. I have since named the back scratcher woody... and refer to it as my boyfriend. Seriously, it scratches my back, throw some tanning lotion on it and it can rub it on my back, it doesn't talk back, and I certainly don't need to worry about picking up after it.... seriously.... I'm in love.
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Nop not wrong at all
Thank you, Princess.. I knew you'd understand! :)
I paid 50 cents for a backscratcher at a flea market one time and I think I fell in love with it too...the experience can be positively orgasmic...
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