What happens in Vegas ends up in the Salon. The salon is basically an aesthetically pleasing Catholic church confessional. Look at the astounding evidence...The people that work there are dressed all in black. There is music whether you like it or not. The workers are paid to listen to you whether they like it or not. They always have wine, even before noon! So today, I went to get a pedicure and I partook in the wine before noon! I figured I was already in the confessional, so I would just save some time by putting my dirty deed right in front of the clergy member. This little piggy had wine and this little piggy felt fine, alllllll the way home! Even my MOM is not beyond a confession. She sold out my brother for being obsessed with "Saved By the Bell" back in the day and then through herself under the bus saying "I liked it too...I always thought that Mario Lopez was the cutest one." Whoa mom, you don't have to tell them everything! Even my neighboring pedicurist fessed up that he would chuck his wife in a second if he met Kat Von D, and nobody asked! Pretty sure his coworker sitting in front of me has some sweet black mail though. It's like they have a truth serum pumping into the air. Everyone is susceptible to saying OR doing anything. These other two ladies were so ticklish it was unbelievable that they even came to get pedicures. I am sure that their family members do not know that they actually pay people to torture them through the art of tickling their feet with a foot scrub?! Pedicurists will get a confession no matter how much scrubbing/tickling it takes. Maybe this whole salon/confessional is really an undercover police sting? Hmm...can you say 21 Jump Street?
Blessings & Saved By the Bell,
Two Funny:
The Queen of Comedy, Lisa Belluomini
&
The First Lady of Comedy, DeAnn Alaine
