Crazy, party of one

Let’s see — none of my furniture will fit into my apartment’s doorway, so I decided to look online for couches. (Looks like it’s gonna have to be Ikea, as its shit comes in pieces.) So in the midst of picking a couch, I said fuck it and went elsewhere to buy a TV instead.

Perhaps I shall sit on my OLD television to watch the new one? 🙂 I guess it beats putting the new set on top of the old one!

6 Responses to Crazy, party of one

  1. Sabre :

    *packs up power tools*

    I’m really good at putting Ikea shit together. Let me know if I can be of any help!

    And regarding the tv… sometimes having something to watch is more important than having something to sit on. Consider, we must entertain our brains; our butts don’t need much in the way of entertainment.

    Unless … well, forget that line of thinking!

  2. Neil Morse :

    No, Sabre. Do go on. Really.

  3. The Goddess :

    I think Neil can expand upon that subject better than Sabre can. 😉

  4. Neil Morse :

    Not lately I can’t. As St. Augustine said, “God, grant me chastity and continence, but not yet.” Apparently, when I prayed, God didn’t hear the last three words.

    Cobwebs, I’m tellin’ ya. Cobwebs everywhere.

  5. The Goddess :

    Oh, honey, let’s not talk about cobwebs. I broke yet another toy; that’s how much of a drought there is in the ol’ oasis.

  6. Sabre :

    Sadly, Neil, I was referring more to the 3:00 Ladies Room Bandit. Or, as I often refer to her, the Silent Stinker.

    Yes, I’m a child. I giggle my ass off over it. Especially when I’m the guilty party.

    However, now I want to go grab a beer and watch Drop Dead Fred. One of the best scenes of all time… “Cobwebs!”