When you go to a friend’s house to stay the night and get stuck with the scratchy blanket.

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You know the one.

It’s made of wool.

It has satiny trim that tries to deceive you into thinking this will be a nice blanket experience.

But it’s not.

Every house has one. 

It’s buried deep in the bowels of the linen closet, under some afghans and a comforter with the down coming out of it, but make no mistake.

The scratchy blanket is there. 

And it waits. 

(Source: battlegoats)