We boys don't need comfort! We're rough-and-tumble. Pushin' through gettin' banged-up and sore is part of the territory. I ain't gonna let a stinkin' headache get in my way. I just need to close my eyes for like... Five minutes. Tops.
And, I mean... If I'm gonna lay my head in somethin' I'd just as well in Lolly's lap than a pillow. She offered. It's whatever. Not like I need it or anything.
MedicatedCannibal, thank y'all very much! Please be sure to check out the other posts as well:
