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In keeping with our annual tradition, this week’s stichomancy prompt fodder is taken exclusively from holiday songs. Unlike previous years, we’re going to work them into our ongoing chain story. Enjoy!<\/p>\nIn keeping with our annual tradition, this week’s stichomancy prompt fodder is taken exclusively from holiday songs. Unlike previous years, we’re going to work them into our ongoing chain story. Enjoy!<\/p>\n
Tune in next time part 137\u00a0<\/strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<\/b>Click Here for Earlier Installments<\/a><\/p>\n Pittsburghistan by night is a sight to behold. The\u00a0searchlights on every roof\u00a0draw blinding white grid patterns over every building and sidewalk, and across the heavy clouds in the sky. I was approached by many prostitutes, one of whom\u00a0said, “If you really hold me tight<\/em>, and don’t do nothin’ else, honey, I’ll give you a discount.”<\/p>\n I kept moving, in no mood to find out who’s naughty<\/em> enough to take her up on an offer like that.<\/p>\n As I turned a corner into yet another narrow alley, I spotted something that finally tempted me. A traditional arctic spa. After the week I’d had, I felt I deserved some relaxation.<\/p>\n Inside, I approached the receptionist and told her I was in desperate need of a foot massage, and a mani-pedi.<\/p>\n What? A guy has every right to pamper himself sometimes.<\/p>\n From the sample board I chose an almost clear polish called “snow is glistening<\/em>.” The receptionist showed me to a private room and handed me\u00a0a complimentary robe. I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my fetid socks, then plunged my feet into the tub of fragrant warm water.<\/p>\n A few moments later, the attendants arrived, both dressed up like Eskimos<\/em> in keeping with the spa’s theme. While they massaged my feet and calves, I was able to relax for the first time in ages.<\/p>\n I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew, I was in severe pain. My chest felt like it was being flayed. It was burning and itching and ring-ting-tingling too<\/em>. One of the attendants\u00a0stood over me with a strip of fabric which was covered with hot peppermint wax and the remains of my once-lush chest pelt. The other held up a camera and snapped a picture, then the two of them ran from the room without saying a word.<\/p>\n My damned chest tattoo! With great trepidation I looked down at it. Tessa had kept me blindfolded until the hair grew back and I had never actually seen it before.<\/p>\n bonus points for using them in order<\/p>\n