Shall I tell you about my dirty habits?
Maybe you won’t peddle this far back to find out. Or maybe it’s time to get
them out into the open and admit that I have a problem and move on in my life. Maybe
it’s time to tell you why I smell funny on certain days. Everyone needs a bosom
for a pillow. It’s just nice to feel an extra touch at night in certain places;
even if it involves shoving a pillow down your crotch. If wartime sailors do it
then why can’t I? I’ve been doing this since my teens and just lately all of my
toys have been subtly taken away. And nowadays, when I feel tired out and just
want a rest day; I still prop myself up with a cushion even when I’m fully
clothed. It just seems to be an instant relief from the stress of everyday life;
even if I live to r4egret it when someone walks in on me or I have to wash
myself down in a hurry. I’ve even got the option of a separate blanket in the
form of a sleeping bag for those winter months. And it sure does warm you up.
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