I can't help but let the soothing lyrics of Lionel Richie (of Commodores fame for those born in the 70's and before; Nicole Richie's father, for those of you born in the 80's and after) come to mind whenever Joe is around. Joe is like...Joe is like eating a turkey meal, taking a dose of Nyquil, or returning home at 3 a.m. after a hard night of partying where you end up waiting for a piece of pizza at Pizza Orgasmica on Fillmore Street wondering how the hell you're going to get home. In other words, Joe just makes you want to doze off and take a nap. I don't know if it's his own predisposition to napping, the perfect amount of fat to bone ratio on his body, or the body heat he exudes, but whenever I'm around Joe, I just want to drift off and slumber for, oh, just a bit...
Joe doesn't even mind when I spoon him.
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TicTac, you're smart to make sure you're the outer-spoon.
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