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I sat on a concrete slab, when I got up, my **** felt a little bad, I sat now on a wooden bench, my back complained a little less, now I went to a garden, and saw the green verdant, I again thumped down and sat, appreciation cam audibly, from my back, that you have done justice, and sat me in a real good sack, now I sat on a cushion, realy cushy and soft, now I was delighted with **** happiest, it blessed me for my generosity, and urged me that it is like this, that I aught to have sat, for all times to come, in present,future and past, But my **** was being a lotus eater, for nothing, it was meant to be sat on all, be it concrete,wooden,grassy or cushion flat, how it can choose and ask, are we not about the same, that we always seek cushions, and avoid the concrete slabs, if we were tough enough, it is not concrete or wood, which would have left imprint on our ****, but it our **** which would have dented them fast.