5032 - 16 ave NW
Upstairs
403 918 7533
Ever have that bulge in your pants that you just can't get rid of? When you wake up in the morning? When you see some chick with a nice ass bend over? When that Shake-Weight commercial is on? You know what I'm talking about.
Well I felt I had to do something about it. Being the guy that I am I thought to myself if you want something done right do it yourself. I thought about that for a minute and decided no. No. I will not do it myself. I'm going to kick start this economy and get the economic wheels in motion. Grease them up if you will. Well maybe not grease but oil. Massage oil.
My travels put me in near 16th Ave and Home Road. Can't really remember what had me out that way. Perhaps it was my erection acting like a dowsing rod. Leading me into whatever I could get myself into that day. I figured since I was in this area I know a place called Deja-Vu. I've been there before so a more fitting name was not to be had.
I walked across the parking lot and laboured up the stairs oxygen tank in hand. I should have remembered the flight of stairs from last time. The sign on the way out says 'Come Again'. Why thank you. I think I will.
I open up the secondary door. Take a candy from the bowl. An Asian lady says hello. I ask if she is available and she replies yes. I answer back almost spitting out my candy but compose myself enough to ask her with the international sign for quick HJ. It seems that it is the very motion in the Shake Weight commercial I was talking about earlier. This time the Shake Weight isn't a weight. It's my penis.
She shows me a room in the back and asks me to get undressed. I happily oblige and put my usual on the table. She comes back a minute later with some oil. I bet you don't know where this is going. I'll let you figure it out.
So after a quick massage of my nether region and a hot towel clean up I was putting on my pants. One leg at a time. Just like everyone else. Except mine were velvet.
The experience was quick and easy. Just what the doctor ordered to get rid of the lump in my velvet pants. I will not lie. I felt cheap....ok....I didn't really. Just a quick service and I was on my way.
I Am.
Not Kung-Fu Gripped.
SlimShady.
Upstairs
403 918 7533
Ever have that bulge in your pants that you just can't get rid of? When you wake up in the morning? When you see some chick with a nice ass bend over? When that Shake-Weight commercial is on? You know what I'm talking about.
Well I felt I had to do something about it. Being the guy that I am I thought to myself if you want something done right do it yourself. I thought about that for a minute and decided no. No. I will not do it myself. I'm going to kick start this economy and get the economic wheels in motion. Grease them up if you will. Well maybe not grease but oil. Massage oil.
My travels put me in near 16th Ave and Home Road. Can't really remember what had me out that way. Perhaps it was my erection acting like a dowsing rod. Leading me into whatever I could get myself into that day. I figured since I was in this area I know a place called Deja-Vu. I've been there before so a more fitting name was not to be had.
I walked across the parking lot and laboured up the stairs oxygen tank in hand. I should have remembered the flight of stairs from last time. The sign on the way out says 'Come Again'. Why thank you. I think I will.
I open up the secondary door. Take a candy from the bowl. An Asian lady says hello. I ask if she is available and she replies yes. I answer back almost spitting out my candy but compose myself enough to ask her with the international sign for quick HJ. It seems that it is the very motion in the Shake Weight commercial I was talking about earlier. This time the Shake Weight isn't a weight. It's my penis.
She shows me a room in the back and asks me to get undressed. I happily oblige and put my usual on the table. She comes back a minute later with some oil. I bet you don't know where this is going. I'll let you figure it out.
So after a quick massage of my nether region and a hot towel clean up I was putting on my pants. One leg at a time. Just like everyone else. Except mine were velvet.
The experience was quick and easy. Just what the doctor ordered to get rid of the lump in my velvet pants. I will not lie. I felt cheap....ok....I didn't really. Just a quick service and I was on my way.
I Am.
Not Kung-Fu Gripped.
SlimShady.
