Sex Sells; Who Knew!

The Swami was listening to his wood-burning radio earlier this week when he had a Eureka! moment. The announcer mentioned a story about how some Seattle coffee shops are boosting sales at their drive-thrus by having scantilly clad baristas.

As you can well imagine, Swamette is going to be thrilled out of her gourd when I tell her how sales of yak milk are going to increase once she stands at our window in her two-piece yak fur bikini selling fermenting yak milk. [Yes, I know that was a run-on sentence.]

Wow, Swamette is going to have a great time. milking yaks, selling yak milk; milking yaks, selling yak milk; milking yaks, selling yak milk; milking...well, you get the idea. Don't worry though, she is still going to have enough time to clean out the yak stables and serve Swami his three gourmet meals a day.
THUD!!
Oops, The Swami dozed off there and fell out of his chair while dreaming.
Well, time for me to go clean the stables.