You feel no quilt? Damn. That’s rough. You haven’t had a proper night’s sleep if you haven’t ever felt the warmth of grandma’s hand quilted blanket. I keep mine in the closet for those frosty, winter days.
As for the rest of the post … you and me are cut from the same cloth. Maybe not a quilt - but definitely a cloth of some kind.
It ain’t illegal if you don’t get caught. And if it ain’t illegal, there’s nothing to feel guilty about. Bare back as many prostitutes as one can in a given life time. The worst thing that could come of it is AIDS or the clap or syphlus or gonereah or herpes or genital worts or clamidia (did I already say “clamidia”)?. Fuck it. Drive drunk. If you believe that you are fully capable of driving after six or seven beers who the fuck out there has any God Damn right to tell you otherwise.Sure. You might kill your self. Or someone else. Or an entire family of people. But life is short, right?
Keep up the good fight, my fellow hedon. 