Ever get an itch where you sit? Lanacane won't work for this one...think it's a flea enjoying my leftover dinner. Tried to be nonchalant whilst a sittin at a luncheon with high muckty-mucks of my acquaintance and company. Just how do you be polite and scratch your brisket in front of one of your financial backers and a very delicious looking one with a setup that makes your eyes bleed; try to answer a few pointed financial questions with the face of a Buddahist priest on your mug; toast to an agreement with one hand and slightly wiggle your cheeks in applause not for the positive outcome of the venture but the relief and stab an olive with the fork that's supposed to be on the table until you put down your glass. I equate this to a no rope mountain climber with jock problems at 700 feet!

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