In spite of this fantastic piece of art by Ashkon, I'm not a huge fan of hot tubbin'. I can do it for short periods of time, usually after skiing or swimming, but ultimately, you're sitting in a small pool of re-used, over-heated water. The water always smells a little suspect too. . . kind of like feet. That always drives me over the edge. Well, Ashkon seems to enjoy it, even if he does have to hop the fence at a Motel 6 to get things hopping after escaping from a totally boring sausage party.
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Sunday, August 2, 2009
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