I found the thing.... It was disgusting,

I found the thing.... It was disgusting, horrid, smelly, and overall.... Desirer able. I couldn't help but rush in upon it and touch the Black-Shafted

doggie tail

eat toast. While I look at women. Then

masturbate to 'Good Housekeeping.' Not really sure of what was so appealing...but those arm chairs sure are purdy...

comfortable to rub up against.

For it was a Contour Sleep Number Bed, adjusted perfectly to his preferences. His slumber was deep and prolonged. At length he awoke to the sound of

a heart monitor bleeping his heartbeat. The sleep number bed had been set too perfectly. He'd gone into the third decimal and had drifted off into a thirty year coma. His family

snickered behind their closed fists, trying not to let the dr notice how excited they were. When he finally left the room, they broke out into cheers & high fives. A 30 yr coma

had felt like a half-hour nap to the bewildered patient, who yawned &, scratching at last that wicked itch, laughed along, assuming the joke was how quickly they'd aged.