Nothing budged my adolescent pecker more than the sight of a frustrated haüsfraü rubbing her temples as her family drives her nuts.
"Calgon, take me away," she cries as she plops her voluptuous rump in a sudsy tub.
Ahhh... yeah. That's right, baby. No-no-no... wait. Don't reach for that towel.
The lovely Suzanne of Perfecting the Fine Art of Procrastination stirred those memories. No. Unfortunately I didn't get a bathtub shot. Instead hosts the this week. She queries: what floats your boat?
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to do a YouTube scan for... uh... mmm...