I think I'm going to try to be more naked. Mostly in my own home, and mostly by myself. I'm not a public nudity kind of guy, and that's probably because I'm not a thrown in jail due to public nudity kind of guy. And that's totally fine with me.
Winter might be an issue, and living in the ground level of an apartment building poses threats to letting the wang hang, but other than that, consider me Austin Powers in that opening scene to his second movie.
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Men and their nudity. Don't get me wrong, I routinely wander around my apartment shirtless, but no one's naked ass is touching my couch.
Not even in the heat of passion? My couch cushions have two sides. One for when company's over. The other side? That's the bare-ass side.
So far, my total nudity is only partial. PG at best.
Well, okay, sometimes it happens. But what company doesn't know when they're sitting on your couch won't hurt them.
I should find my slipcover and start using that again. It's washable!
They still make slipcovers?
"For those embarrassing moments. Slipcovers."
My couch would eat a slipcover for breakfast. It's this fantastic JC Penney couch from probably the late 60's, early 70's. Matching chair, too. It had a longer brother, but it just wouldn't fit into my apartment, so I had to toss it. It's a shame, really. I loved the longer one much more than the shorty.
There's an entire website devoted to slipcovers -- slipcovers.com.
Your couch sounds like my old one. It belonged to my grandparents and had to have been from the '40s or '50s. My mom made me get rid of it for some stupid reason. God, I loved that couch. I could lay on it and still have a full cushion past my feet. It was huge.
Mine was a Goodwill purchase, and a steal at that. It didn't smell at all, and was as clean as something that old could possibly be.
Easily one of my best purchases from there. Right next to my toaster oven.
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