Unemployed Blues

Hello,

Some of you may know me. Ladies, you've grinded up on me on the dance floor and I'm thankful for that. Fellas, you've slapped me on my cheeks for scoring touchdowns or making killer blocks. Most of you hate me when I burp.

I'm Sonarak's ass.

I've been working overtime lately and I need your help to get me some vacation. You see, Sonarak has been unemployed and the jerk just sits on me all day! I mean he's doing stuff, but dang, I am getting a work out with this guy. And believe you me, he's not that light. You've seen his behemoth self. He's like a mini gorrilla! But the variety is killing me. I used to be in a nice chair that spun like a dradle on Hanukkah and had corporate style cushioning that said to me, "sit here, enjoy your work, you'll never want to leave...."
*sigh* What a chair.

Oh yeah, I have it great on the couch. But then it's the floor, the metal chair, then back tot he couch...it's no fun. It's like sleeping in hotels in european hostels. Different each night, and you can't get used to it.

I'm an active ass, I need to be doing things. So with your help, free me from my cage of idleness and I will give you a kiss!