
Flopping somewhere comfortably is a big deal here. Sometimes Paula will see a beautiful dais and drool over it's loveliness. Something really expensive. But she doesn't like to spend lots of money on us in that way. So I'm starting to realize that I'll just have to take charge here and solve this one. You know sometimes a guy has just got to step up to the plate and take a viscious pitch off his ass. He has to be willing to eat some risky tartar sauce and run through a bricked wall on gut instinct. Even though sneers and farts greet your wanting to take the initiative, finally. And battle those little inner voices calling you a pussy for looking at something called a dais, or a chaise lounge. Ok well, none of that really happens to me, I just didn't get that I could get involved in the making it happen part. Just because I can sleep on gravel doesn't mean I can't try to make nice things a little nicer. For us. I guess. So I'm going to hunt down the perfect object to put our feet up on. To rest and relax on. This is my quest. To follow her dream. To wrong the ugliness of endless hours of torture on our makeshift furniture. Then I'll be a hero. And we'll be at peace
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5 10 1/2!
There's nothing wrong with the quest for world peace.
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