I've slept on it. Although it was horribly bourgeois of me and I may in fact now be an official class traitor, I think I did the right thing in buying this sofa.
It's so comfy! It's deep enough for some really intense slouching. The fabric does that thing, you know? Where you can brush the fibres in different directions and it'll change colour slightly. I played tic-tac-toe on it while I was giving it a test-sit at the shop. It's hotter than Hell, in a sexual sort of way. I can sit upon it proudly for the next 25 or 30 years; and when one considers such grand and sweeping vistas of time, the price seems to dwindle into insignificance. Is $60 a year too much to pay for the total rapturous comfort of my ass? I think not, sir. I think not. This is a sofa for the ages. This sofa is a celebration of all that is good and noble in the human spirit. This sofa will keep my butt off of the floor, and possibly bring it closer to God. Sofa, I salute you.
Now what shall I name it?
Posted by aloysius at August 02, 2004 05:39 PM | TrackBack |