Many, many people call me a classic rock savant. I’m an “international icon” on TouchTunes. Because I own more CDs than Best Buy ever sold I single-handedly turned the compact disc into a popular music format. I constantly get asked to rank the best rock bands and songs and guitar players and albums of all time, so my opinion and judgment on these matters is, well, kind of a big deal.
Would you send a cocktail back if it was served with a paper straw? I would.
So a billionaire walks into a massage parlor. By all accounts a skanky massage parlor in a ghetto Florida suburb. If he really wanted a massage, he probably has a dozen or so massaging professionals working for him. He owns the New England Patriots, therapists of this ilk routinely travel with the team and so if he tends to have a tightness in his gluts, well, he has people for that.