It's business time

Sometimes when you get home after rafting all day down that damn Brazilian river in Guam (you know the one), you just get the gentlemanly urge to shed them clothes. I like to call this business time. I get all naked like, and just settle in with my Arabian cocktail and several issues of golfers digest or maybe its digested golfer, I don't know, and I read. I read real good. I punish them words by sometimes reading them twice or even three times so they get all tired of being read and meanwhile I'm naked as heck so the words are also embarrassed at my bareassedness; it's really quite humiliating for everyone in the room. Then I go to the family room and play some Bach or some shit on the piano or flute if I'm feeling adventurous, and I eventually cry myself to sleep. You can relate, right?