Rub a Dub in the Hot Tub! Burn my Flesh!

by chris cunningham

After a 10 hour day, nothing makes the pain go away faster than some quality time in the Hot Tub. So I run home, see if my house was broken into, greet the neighbors cats, see which bills are now past due, jump into my ultra flash Kirra board shorts, quickly walk down to the pool in the currently mid 40 degree temps, show my i.d. and I usually join the other water warriors for the daily recap. No one was there when I arrived. So I sat with my own thoughts until the supposedly long ago former Playboy model showed up. Not sure what her story is but she’s one bitter pill. Of the three things she responded to; Thanksgiving sucks it’s just another day, she hates all things Disney, the pool area’s blue & white flags look really stupid, and she has every right to stay until 10:00pm without feeling rushed to get out of the pool. Um, ok. Not even a “Sure was nice out today”. She’s a whole lotta fun. You’d think the hot tub would make her happy. Most of the time when I go out there I feel like Eddie Murphy [VIDEO LINK]. My robe is white though. Man, I love a good Hot Tubbin’.