Classy comfort

You like smoking jackets. Look at this man. The monocle, the teeth, the jacket. You wish you could be like him, and I'm telling you it's possible.

I have seven smoking jackets. All of them are velvet. The scarlet jacket has paisley accents on the yoke collar. It's my favorite. I wear it for afternoon social gatherings. You can't have it. But I might be willing to loan you my emerald green jacket. It's a good fit for cognac tastings or getting erotic enemas from a fat maidservant. Not that I've ever worn it for that four times.

The greatest man who's ever lived wears a smoking jacket every day. Hugh Hefner, the bastard son of God, will wear a smoking jacket when he ascends to his heavenly throne, and all the men who wear smoking jackets will be called to join him. Will you be in their number?

Fuck. I think this beer is interacting with these pills.