My clothes are on the floor -- get it? Because he's made of hangers. Plus we just did the nasty so my pants are in a ball by the side of the bed and I'm laying here naked trying to smoke one of those 'It's a Boy' bubblegum cigars. Oh, now my lover's trying to eat my good business suit. Dammit Rex THAT'S DRY CLEAN ONLY.
Thanks to my buddy Terry, who is actually less of a buddy and more of a person I secretly wish bad things to happen to. "So a frienemy?" They're all I have.