Dang If I Don’t Have a Couch

For a long time, life in my apartment was simple, clean and uncluttered. In short, I didn’t own a couch.

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This went on for months, until one day I decided that it might be nice if women were to want to visit me in my apartment. So I bought a couch!

Here I am welcoming propsective ladies. Hey gals, look, a couch!

Here I am “taking time out” as we used to say in the yearbook trade. Either that, or it’s an alcohol-induced coma.

That’s one comfortable couch!