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I've somehow mysteriously developed a new habit. I say habit because to me, if I do something or if something happens to me at least three times I consider that a habit. It started three nights ago. I brush my teeth, then I make myself comfortable on the couch, I watch my nightly smut tv with peppermint ice cream, I then switch from smut tv to a movie on a premium cable channel, I fall asleep on the couch...and then I wake up to soft-core porn!! I don't know how or why I always end up on the Skinamax channel and soft-core porn! At first, it's a little jarring to wake up to soft-core porn, but then you just get really disappointed. The performers have these bored and sullen faces against some sort of pool house backdrop and cheesy porn music. Like, even they're bored with this whole sex charade. Like, they know if they were really good, they would be doing hard-core porn with a better payload (pun intended). I mean, if I'm going to be jarred awake by sex, I at least want a cheap thrill from it. But no, I just end up going to bed feeling cheap and a little dirty--just like the movie. I better get used to it. For some reason, I apparently and involuntarily love waking up to soft-core porn. Here's to tonight's performance being more energetic. Ugh, bad habits, die hard.
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