From the #Moist and #Mushy Vestibule of Misdirected #Affection The #Poobah says:
“In a moment of #dimly lit #drowsiness, #Reginald embraced what he believed was his beloved #HotWaterBottle, only to wake entangled with a lukewarm #Cauliflower wrapped in a #tea #towel. The #night was long, the #dreams were oddly #cruciferous, and the #bedding—frankly—now smells like #soup.”
Moral: Not everything warm and lumpy deserves to be #cuddled.