Dick Summer Connection

A good back scratch does funny things to me. As my Lady’s long, graceful, carefully tapered fingernails find their place on my back, today’s podcast admits, I even lose control of the sound of my voice. It goes waayyy UP!

Ultimately, back scratching is like chocolate. You could have it any time of day. But you can never have enough.  And it’s also a way of social bonding. So if you want to make some friends, I suggest you go out there and scratch some backs. Today’s podcast says it’ll make you feel young again.

WOMEN OF THE WORLD…here is a comment that you should all remember. It is one that every guy HOPES DEEP IN HIS HEART TO HEAR. And it’s in today’s podcast. 

Many people must resort to auto back scratching when it has been too long between bouts of social or romantic back scratching. Today’s podcast admits that in some very traditional neighborhoods, auto back scratching is looked on…fondly…as at least semi-sinful.

I’ve found that my voice makes interesting and some would say sexy sounds during a back scratch…which, on occasion in the past, has lead me to having even more enjoyable activities. And of course today’s podcast says there’s the time honored old saying, “You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours—now let’s fall in love. Or at least in lust.”

Given the choice between a million dollars and having a world class back scratch administered by a lady bearing a close resemblance to Catherine Zeta Jones, would be  tough choice. Today’s podcast reminds us there’s are no income taxes on back scratches.

The smart guys in the white lab coats tell us that you can’t taste food unless it’s mixed with saliva. Today’s podcast says hopefully it will be your own saliva…or the saliva of someone who bears a reasonable resemblance to Catherine Zeta Jones.

Brooklyn guys get a bad rap. We’re guys. Today’s podcast says It’s not our fault that we’re wired the way we are. A Brooklyn guy sees a lady with an hourglass figure and immediatly…pow…he gets hit with an instinct to go play in the hourglass sand.

Today’s podcast is about the reaction I get when I wear my Brooklyn shirt. I can see it when I walk down the street. People flick their eyes down at my chest to read the word “Brooklyn.” Of course some people think a Brooklyn shirt should look more like this:

My Lady Wonder Wench and I recently walked into an Applebees bar and grill, and there was a young guy sucking on a bottle in the corner. My Lady was wearing her pretty, soft blue sweater…the…form fitting one that matches her eyes. The young guy saw her. He tossed the bottle away and reached for her…sweater. Today’s podcast says something instinctive must have kicked off in his probably 6 months old brain…or maybe some other bodily part…I don’t know for sure.