In the spare room, Bobby has left me to clean the cushions so they are fresh and free of rot. Part of the furniture business with this mid-wife demographic.
These designs are meant to sell to the families, and I'm to act a child-safe effect. I'm not meant to show intimate love as a couch man. That's too adult. I can understand. The face of entertainment does not know what happens behind where the cushions are made. It's all stitches and stuff. What is raw inside ain't what's on show here.
Is that what the mascot form for? I'm supposed to be that form at normal hours. Hiding the hat under the cushions. That's the gig.