My couch and I have a platonic relationship
In 6th grade, my friends and I spent took turns jumping off the arm of a couch onto the cushions to mimic what we’d do to a pretty classmate if she were there. My guess is that we thought that belly flopping on someone was an act with inherent eroticism.
I wonder if one of those dudes, now in his late twenties, has a couch fetish and he can’t quite figure out why. I bet he baits his wife into fights so she makes him sleep on the couch.
