Good Touch, Bad Touch

I would like to share a story about my friend and classmate, Bradblog. She’s new to Joy Oh Joy, but she joins a proud tradition of people with poorly portmanteau’d (poormanteau’d) nicknames, i.e. Rodog. Although Rodog’s nickname came from an ironic boast about my ability to make nicknames and Bradblog’s comes from her writing a blog.

The two of us were enjoying some subs over at subcar when Bradblog started to tell me that she suffers from muscle pain occasionally. I suggested she treat herself to a massage over at the Royal Thai Massage.

“I’m already taking some medication for it,” she said to me.

“Either way,” I said, “when has it ever been bad to pay Thai women to touch you?”