You might ask yourself, "Why would a respectable, perfectly young person buy a hot water bottle?"
The answer: Because it's muthafuckin' COLD here (-10 degrees C), and I currently don't have anyone to keep me warm.
So, to be cooler (not in temperature but in hipness), I am calling it my H.W.B. which if you say it right, with a Black American accent, kind of sounds like a gangsta and less like something an old person might pee on in the night.
Here is a detail of H.W.B. isn't she pretty?
and this is the bed that H.W.B. and I will share tonight, here on Rue Christophe Colomb in the heart of Montreal.
Gosh. I hope she's not a leaker.