SNUGGLING TECKERS
Nestling in a fat man’s memory foam gnork is comparable to resting on your mum’s jugs way back when they had the same nuzzle and guzzle potential as age old drinkable travel pillow, the bag o’ wine.
The fat man emits the comforting, unremitting warmth of a threateningly calorific, great, big hug in a mug.
The beneficiary is engulfed in a mounted, big spoon of cookie dough, which enforces a contentment that would satisfy even the notoriously persnickety bedtime requirements of Shania Twain on a long, cold, lonely night.
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