Memory Foam ain't got sh*t on me!

Everybody has there little thing that helps them get to sleep -- whether it be a blankie wankie, a teddy weddy, a prostitute, it's whatever! For me, I have a pillow. This pillow is possibly the grossest pillow you could ever lay your head on. There's Arthur sweat and Arthur drool all over it, which could probably make it worth millions. It so bad that when friends come over and sit on my bed or lay on the pillow I feel uncomfortable inside because I know their nose is getting bombarded with the exquisite smells I emanate during my beauty slumber. It's just too much!

Anyway, I take my pillow home to my parent's house for its annual wash (haha). I'm driving back to Bellingham, like around exit 240, and it hit me. I forgot it.



Damnit.

I hate forgetting things. Must be the worst feeling ever for me, besides losing something. So I forgot my pillow.. "so WHAT?" you're saying? Well this is my ONLY pillow. I don't have any other pillow.

Well here I actually have one, here's a picture of it.

If you saying.. 'But Arthur, there's no pillow on that bed', look closer. There's a hoodie on that bed.

I have been sleeping on a hoodie for the past 3 days.

I mean its great you know, it shapes to the delicate contours of my face and pimples and shit, and I wake up with zipper marks all over my face but its all good! I mean you can't get better than that -- Memory Foam ain't got shit on me! You know what this makes me? I'm a manly man. You know what else? Sexy. You know what else? My balls itch.

Here's a picture of my room without my pillow.

Cot damn I miss my pillow. :(