Random outbursts from the pieces of my mind.
Forget change, entire families get stuck in this bad boy.
We removed only 4.3 tons of cracker bits from underneath the cushions since last week.
I know my cat is just drooling at the claw space...
You should see the coffee table. I couldn't even get it in the door.
We call this the economy sleeper sofa. Sleeps 22.
My psychiatrist said to 'think big'.
Okay, but if we get this, I'm gonna get that plasma TV I've been wanting.
How about:"This couch is too big, wouldn't fly with the Mrs."
Honey, I think I shrunk the carpet cleaners...
i think emma about did all of them, so i'm not sure....hmmmmmmi give up.
So, when can we move in?
You guys are too funny!
I'm not sure your mother-in-law's rear will fit this one. :)
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