I woke up with a nicotine patch stuck to my ass.
I was a little drunk going to bed last night, and I remember Jen and I having sex, but I don't remember anything to do with nicotine patches and asses.
Jen and I haven't even been on the patch for a couple of months now.
Perhaps it's an old patch? ...but where did it come from?
Perhaps Jen tried to poison me.
Could this be some new sexual practice I am unaware of? Could it be a fetish I've subconsciously picked up and Jen goes along with only in her sleep?
Jen's not saying, so I'm going to have to find a way to rationalize a nicotine patch mysteriously appearing on my right ass cheek during the middle of the night - all on my own...
sigh
...but on the brighter side, I haven't felt like smoking all day.
these may help
This Friday at 7pm
The Day After
Do not give in to their terror
