I learned this one the hard way……. *shudder*
This is why you should always keep some loose change in your pocket, just in case your furniture needs a snack.
And keep the remote on the end table. It’s usually traumatizing going in after it…
This has happened to me, but in my case it was the t.v. I don’t have a remote, so I walked top it, put my hand on the screen, then it bit it off. I had my ninja friend get it back, so I could type this.
I keep a few swords in my couch coushins. One of my friends has a penchant for searching for change. I’ll never forget to buy band aids again…er..sorry. “Adhesive strips”
i keep rabid crabs near my couch to keep it disciplined. it’s a naughty couch.
OOOOHHHH Hebrew Hammer, can I have one of those swords? Mine need sharpening and I can’t find the grindstone…
I live with teenage boys, so our couch was beaten into submission long ago.
Lately, I lost my glasses and my wallet (which has my ID and the card I use for shopping) and my grandmother and I tried looking everywhere.
I was wary of the loveseat in the living room eating my grandmother up.
Then again, we found a remote in the recliner.
I don’t have to worry about this, you see. My father gives our couch regular feedings of change. He also feeds change to the car, his beds, the bed-side table, and his general area. I think he spontaeneaously generates change. If the government finds out, he might be installed in a mint. ^^
OOOOO!!! Thanks for the idea Hebrew Hammer! I don’t have any swords to spare, but i have a large blade or two that might be well suited to such a place.
BTW, I am still in the process of training my first new couch; any tips froods?
In Soviet Russia, Couch Eat YOU and Claw YOUR pets!
I never train my couches. I leave them in the guest room until they starve to death.
In Soviet Russia, Change eat Couch!
In Soviet Russia, Road forks You!
One more: In Soviet Russia, Coke drinks You!
Actually, I once had a couch that could eat people.
The bottom was almost-busted, so it sagged. Enough that when my best friend fell asleep on it (with a blanket the exact shade of blue as the upholstery), he rolled over, under the cushions, and inside of the couch. I sat down, noticing no difference whatsoever, and it started to move.
O_o I was very concerned, until it started cursing at me loudly.
I think Bane wins.
oh dear. I now do not trust couches.
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