It's like Hulk Hogan has you in a sleeper hold, while shoving his thumbs down your ears and grinding a knuckle into your left temple. You try to tell him to stop but instead what comes out is a raspy moan usually backed by a hacking cough or two.
A figure four? No. A head lock? Yeah right. Instead, you just flip and flop from side to side trying to find that comfy spot that consistently eludes you.
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