Hotel rooms.
Bah. There’s always that moment when you forget you’re not at home and sit down on the leather chair, and then stick to it.
Crap,l now I need to take a shower again, I have no idea whose nutsack stuck to that leather before mine.
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And that’s why I never sit on a chair in a hotel room with by butt haked. Or I put a towel on the seat first. I don’t much care for hotels in the first place.
Gerry N.
Heh. You are staying at a higher class of hotel than I – most of the chairs of the leather variety I see meant several poor naugas sacrificed their little petrochemical lives.
Or the bedspread. Which has seen more action than Paris Hilton.
HA. I wonder if the next guy is thinking the same.
I suspect you can catch a disease that way that they haven’t even NAMED yet, let alone found a cure for.
This being a tacit admission that you regularly drape your nekkid dangly bits on the furniture at home, one has to wonder what effect the knowledge of said dangly bits (nekkid) having touched the same furniture that they are sittin upon is having on the delicate sensiblilities of the female members of chez Og.
Nobody but me sits in my chair,usually.
I don’t sit in my leather chair at home nekked, let alone in a hotel. Heck, on hot days when I’m wearing shorts I have to keep a can of pam next to my chair so that when I go to stand up I don’t peal off three layers of skin off the back of my legs.
I don’t have any leather chairs at home, and I never wear shorts. My desk chair as often as not has a towel on it.
TMI
Think of all the small children who have been Velcroed to hotel chairs by residual Og nutsack musilage. And take cheer, my man.