Just pull the chairs closer together, sit in one and put your feet up on the other. If the wife has an issue with that, too bad, I had an issue with the pink chairs (in my case a pink couch and love seat set) and she disregarded that, so…
Like I tell my bride: After 15+ years together, you still wanted to marry me, so whose fault is it really? Note: This is not (ever) warmly received but she has no valid comeback. So being a consistent d-bag for the win.
Nevermind. I just saw that whatever the hell you call it artsy light display over the mantle.
That is a very disturbing series of images. I’m out. Gone. Adios. There’s obviously something seriously wrong with the hosts–they’re probably the type of weirdos that would keep an emu as a pet. I would suggest you all similarly take your leave before it is too late.
Here we are inside, here’s one little chair for one of you, and a bigger chair for two more to curl up in, and someone who likes to rock, a rocking chair in the middle. Now, look up, wa-a-a-a-a-ay up, and I’ll call Rusty…
First, I need to know if that rocking horse is haunted.
I prefer to stand, thank you.
Warning: only sit where the elf on the shelf tells you too. I learned the hard way once.
As long as it’s not in the bushes outside the window peering in, I think you’re OK.
Just pull the chairs closer together, sit in one and put your feet up on the other. If the wife has an issue with that, too bad, I had an issue with the pink chairs (in my case a pink couch and love seat set) and she disregarded that, so…
Like I tell my bride: After 15+ years together, you still wanted to marry me, so whose fault is it really? Note: This is not (ever) warmly received but she has no valid comeback. So being a consistent d-bag for the win.
I’m taking the rocking horse, grabbing it by the mane, slapping its ass and whooping like a madman urging it to go faster.
Nevermind. I just saw that whatever the hell you call it artsy light display over the mantle.
That is a very disturbing series of images. I’m out. Gone. Adios. There’s obviously something seriously wrong with the hosts–they’re probably the type of weirdos that would keep an emu as a pet. I would suggest you all similarly take your leave before it is too late.
I’ll just be outside sitting on the stoop, if you want me for anything…
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As a cat I don’t care where I sit as long as it’s wherever you wanted to sit.
May you overdose on some catnip and sleep non stop for 3 days.
As long as you fits.
Never do that to a woman who is using a knife.
Here we are inside, here’s one little chair for one of you, and a bigger chair for two more to curl up in, and someone who likes to rock, a rocking chair in the middle. Now, look up, wa-a-a-a-a-ay up, and I’ll call Rusty…
Obscury worthy??
Hmmm. Maybe. Only if you are not on vacation.