I'm slang for one's prison history or something your girlfriend takes and never gives back. Everyone uses me at one point, and I rest upon your back. I can be a light coat or even Full Metal, where Pyle is kinda wack.

I’m neither soft, warm, nor meant for a nap, yet cats often choose me over silk and a lap. I was bought for storage, but was swiftly repossessed, for I became a feline’s cardboard fortress.

Once I soared the vast skies, now I fly between the edges of a page I am the lightest of all , but show my might in the right hands

I’m the antagonist for a franchise, the first where X marks the spot. I’m also handy in a woodworking shop.

This chair makes you lose your inhibitions and strips your restraint, making you reveals parts of you, you keep hidden from society. It calls for you and you cannot resist. Seeking it beyond your home when the urge is irresistible. Everyone must bend before it