Here’s a serious case for wearing pyjamas at night when you’re home.

During the day, the d**k is forced in an unpleasant confinement behind your underwear, behind a brief/boxers, behind a trouser/dress, and it’s left there, alone, for many hours. Though this is a decent thing to do, your “this thing” (aka Dream Team) is jam-packed like sardine and suffocating in a hot, hostile condition all day.

But when you take off all those articles of clothing and wear your pyjamas… Oh my!…. What a world… Wah-tah feeling… What a breath of fresh air. Your “this thing” is finally free, wandering in many directions and ready to dream.