Tantramorphic Massage
I just got back from the Gym and I was a bit sore from lifting weights. My hippie flat mate Dwayne was lying on the coach with a bong as usual but the git never got fat. So I did bit of humble bragging “Damn your pecks can get quite saw when you bench press twice your body weight.”
Dwayne slowly sat up put his bong down, and replied: “Well you know Joe, I can ease all that tension in those muscles with a noce tantromorphic massage.”
I had no idea what kind of hippy woo “tantromorphic” meant but any kind of massage should be good so.
“Do your worst” I said.