Why must people try me?

Or why you shouldn't get a vibrator delivered to the Post Office

This week has been another quiet one, I’ve been feeling a little tense recently and a trip to the dentist confirmed that I have started to grind my teeth. So, I thought I’d take a week to do nothing but lounge about and watch copious episodes of The Golden Girls to try and relax. I’ve been thinking about what could possibly be making me so tightly wound…

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