There is nothing quite like the sensation you get in the barenaked hours of the morning when you've got the blankets curled up just right around your toes and you're silently dreaming about beautiful women far, far away when suddenly the snowflakes and the cobwebs are all yanked away as you sit up in the bed and say:
"Who's peeing on my leg?"
[Listening to: Living Colour, "Memories Can't Wait"]
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