Getting a wood...
Getting a wood...
...is sort of inconvenient for me. When I'm at home, I can get a wood and just cover it up by bending my knees, so it would align with my legs and not be restricted, also so it would a way to follow. But when there is an emergency, the pole is too evident. And when there is an emergency, I have no time to calm the python down, so I it presses very hard against my pants, even though I wear baggy pants at home. This hurts him and he doesn't like any restriction caused by the pants. Although when I'm alone in the house and get a wooder (wood or woody can't quite describe the enormousness) I can remove my pants and boxers and let the pole extend to it's massive length with no restriction and that is what I call happiness.