LMAO......Jim, with lines like those nothing more NEEDS be made of them. How do you tell your friends what you do?

What do you do?
I'm a model.
Really? How nice. A fashion model?
Uh, yeah, well, after a fashion.
I've always thought I'd make a good model.
Well you are an assh.....er,uh...... yeah, sure...
Do you get a feeling of satisfaction?
Oh I get a lot of feelings.
Could you show me some poses?
...uh...well...Not right now.
You know it would be really nice to have you show our group about modeling.
Don't think I really want to turn up for that kind of thing.
My son is so handsome. Do you think he should look into this?
Yeah, I can have somebody look him up alright.

Jim, I have a close friend who went back to college at age 46 to be a PA. Three years ago after my by-pass, he was in school still and doing his clinicals and asked me if he could use me as a guinea pig. No "probing" or anything, but a physical of sorts. So we do the whole thing and he has to do the bending leg/leg swelling thing so we go to the den and I'm strtched out wearing gym shorts. He's got on a tie, lab jacket, etc. bending over me, on his knees listening to my heart. As it happens, "Rocky Horror" is on the tube....Do you see the picture in your mind? Yeah, of course, you got it....In walk a couple of my teenage foster kids and their friends. They look at me, look at Wayne, look at the TV.............Luckily, they understood......I think.

Spaw