Fuck your couch….
I hate Stu’s couch. So I finally convinced him to go to Ikea and buy a cheap one. What did we do with the old one? ……..well……
Ta-da! Then we made smores but I did not take a picture because I was too busy chowing down on my munchie and my fingers were gooey.
I leave you with this:
(Yes, I realize that 90% of people have seen this photo on Facebook. I do not have a Facebook so laugh, damn it.)
I saw you on the front page and just started cracking up. Hell yes.
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LMAO. I’ll have some burgers. But I’m a vegetarian (no not the kind that is going to lecture you, or anyone else about what they eat. I don’t flippin care who eats what. I feed my kid meat for fuck’s sake. Lmao), so I want a soy burger, stat, Mr. Penis.
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We;ll thanks much but my penis is a master chef. Stay cool, Miss Harlow.
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WHut? My toast tastes like garlic.
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hahahahahahaha! we burnec the dorm lobby couch one cold winter night in college. the powers that be were none to happy. can the penis make lemonade?
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Ha! I don’t have facebook either, so new to me!
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BWAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA YES!!! I too have enjoyed smashing gross couches to smithereens. It is liberating. The smores, now thats new. I would love to roast marshmallows over an open fire of an ugly couch. mmmmmm smores
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