You know that delicious and dangerous feeling of anticipation you get
when the perma-bronzed, spray-tanned young lady in the white coat approaches
with the rubber gloves on? She grasps the hot wax strip and grins happily at
the waiting victim, who just milliseconds before the pain, wonders why a
charity fund-raising, hairy chest waxing was such a good idea.
That was the feeling when this week's vehicle for review and appraisal
was delivered. I'll let you know when I've written up my report - and once my
underpants have dried.
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