Thanks for Facials and Long Snappers

This is a Thanksgiving Evening post.  Therefore it will be lazy, slow and slightly indigested.

Because Thanksgiving is about as far away from porn as I can possibly get on Thanksgiving, I’d like to talk about porn–and the word facial.

When a woman states that she is going to a spa to get a massage and facial, I immediately think of a money shot, or, for the uninitiated, a Cinnabon right as they are dripping the sticky sweet icing on it (please replace the appropriate body parts etc. for this metaphor, it’s fu*king Thanksgiving, for the love of the Good Lord).  This is a mental connection I’ve always wanted to shake, but ever since I unwittingly witnessed a facial in the biblical sense (Ok, maybe that wasn’t the bible), I cannot hear the word without thinking these thoughts.

How do I get this out of my head and eat my turkey?  Aunt Gladys keeps talking about the last time she had a facial and how her face just radiates after Gordon, her masseuse, gives it to her.

“My skin just glows for days,” she beams.

Pass the gravy.

“That’s a really nice pearl necklace, Gladys,” Uncle Mort compliments, winking at me.  I look at the miniature onions on my plate, and I think I see the face of John Holmes in my mashed potatoes.

“I don’t like facials,” my wife announces, and now I start to feel uncomfortable, as if everyone at the table is judging our sex lives and thinking I traumatized her somehow early in the marriage with irresponsible swordplay.

“Can I go watch football?” I say, excusing myself to eat some pumpkin pie.  I don’t really watch football that much, though the Niners are doing okay I guess.  They’re playing the Baltimore Ravens today.  On their roster the Ravens have a player designated as the “Long Snapper”.  His name is Morgan Cox.

“What if our last name was Cox?” my son asks.

“Then I most certainly would not have named you Harden,” I answer.

“Dad,” he asks, looking down on me slightly, because he’s 6’3” and I’m only 6’1”, “why doesn’t Mom like facials?”

She ducks her head into the TV room.

“Do you want me to pick up some Cinnabons for breakfast?”

“Yes,” I say, “but only if we can get them with extra icing.”

Now doesn't that look delish?

Happy Thanksgiving

Les

www.bestbathroombooks.com

Note: This blog is dedicated to Jon Savell

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I run a small publishing company and am presently seeking the funniest, coolest and most marketable ideas to sell in places like Urban Outfitters, Papyrus, college bookstores and independent bookstores in the Humor Sections. Contact me through this blog or better at www.bestbathroombooks.com. There are some talented people out there writing good, funny, conceptual books and blogging some funny stuff. I wish I had time to read more and write more. I have a day gig and do a lot of other things, but blogging helps me stay connected to my laptop and ensures sterility (due to EMF on my testicles) which is great because I've had enough kids. Les
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22 Responses to Thanks for Facials and Long Snappers

  1. getmeoutofyourbed says:

    Poor Gladys. I would be that lady at the table thinking we were carrying on an every day conversation when little would I know…not so much. 🙂 never been a fan of cinnabons but there are worse things.

  2. topiclessbar says:

    Yeah, it’s like when I watch baseball and the announcers shorten “Double Play” into “DP.” Sends my mind to a completely different place…

  3. Lez says:

    Your blogs are delish. Thanksgiving rocks.

  4. Does that mean you want a Cinnabon?

  5. rantonit says:

    You’ve ruined cinnabon for me!!!!!! Dang it man.

  6. speaker7 says:

    I agree with your wife.

  7. Angie Z. says:

    I don’t know how most men even get through their days in one piece.

    I like that you referred to Gordon as a “masseuse.” I referred to a man as a masseuse once and he so kindly informed me that I should call him a “massage therapist.” He said they taught him in massage therapy school that “masseuse” is more associated with the “special therapists” people used to see in the turn-of-the-century that helped you with your “special problems” in a very “special” way. So if that’s what Aunt Gladys calls Gordon, good for her.

  8. I’m pretty ignorant in the massage department (unfortunately) but thanks for the info.
    Happy Thanksgiving!
    Les

  9. JW says:

    Now to complete the circle, I just have to wait for some sports announcer to use the word “anal” during a game…

  10. That’s definitely going to happen.
    Les

  11. joem18b says:

    this puts me in mind of the original name of tea-party members: tea-baggers.

  12. My wife made me explain what tb was.
    Les

  13. afrankangle says:

    Laughed in many ways on this one. Then again, we went out of town, and this post reminded me of this. We were back at the hotel late T-Day night. I was cruising the channels to see what was on … and lo and behold, Showtime has this talk show with the 2 hosts reviewing porn films from the 1970s. Definitely not a program idea that I would have thought of … so, hey, I give the creators credit.

    Hope you had a good Thanksgiving

  14. That’s clever. It’s all about concept, isnt’ it? Porn and Thanksgiving–I like odd couples.
    Happy T-Day to you too!
    Les

  15. H.E. ELLIS says:

    Oh man, I would have cracked up laughing and had to make something up. But I bet everyone would have known what I was thinking.

  16. Hey Aunt Gladys,, can I film your facial next time?
    Les

  17. itchemeyer says:

    Hahaha! I thought I was the only one.

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