Oh God I know this is going to hurt. It's cold as hell in this bed and all I have is my underwear on. I knew my mother was right years ago when she told me I was a moron. I must be a moron because man it's cold all over the world as far as i'm concerned and i'm sleeping not with a minimum of three layers. Damn, ok, one step at a time dude. Suck it up. You've tackled trucks before. This cold thing is a piece of cake. You stink anyway so the whole thing, the entire process, is worth it. Just get up and run the water. Ohh yes, yes indeedy this is cold. I will let the water run on bath at full force hotness to speed up the steam. Ohh it's cold man. shit! shit! shit! Ohhh, I hate it when I first get in. No matter how warm it feels to my hand it freezes me from head to toe when I get in. Of course there is no water pressure, so with my frame a shower takes a bit longer to well, shower. Cold man, this sucks!
Now that I am halfway through, I need to now consider my exit strategy. That part truely sucks. Hmm, ok, all the vital parts done, hair done, ok, I am ready. Damn it, I usually hang a towel on the thing, but not today. I have to go out into the deep freeze to retrieve a towel now as opposed to having one there at the ready within arms length; then jump back in and absorb as much left over steam as I can while I quickly dry. Ok, do it! Ah, this is easy. Plenty of steam. I got this one down. No problems here. Now, what the Hell am I going to do next? LLc 98.2
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