Massage For Joan of Rivers

Understanding Hitler

        Bing! Bong! Knock!

        Joan of Rivers awakens, throws on @Tonight Show bathrobe.
        "Wha?" she squints through the peep hole in her apartment
        door. There is a man standing in the hall: "I'm here for your
        1:30 massage." Joan opens the door with the chain on,
        "You look like Hitler! Is it Holloween already?"
        "No mam. I just have a small mustache." he smiles.
        Joan calls the front desk to confirm this is her 1:30 massage.
        It is. She lets the massues in and tosses her bathrobe on the
        couch, "I want to be your slave."
        "Good. Now lie over my lap." He is firm. She complies.
        He begins with high handed slaps on her tiny bottom,
        "Bitch! You'll eat my suasage!"
        Joan is drooling, "Fuch me Hitler!" She grabs her ankles
        and growls. The massues complies.


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