dear i want a new sofa diary,
i can never find a couch i like and i really hate this one i have now. the only one i was ever truly happy with was the corduroy covered one i had that was from the 1960's and you guys that fucker weighed about 400 pounds (not quite but it was a heavy bitch) and it was so nice and given to me by my friend's mother. i had it for a LONG time and i loved it more than any couch i've had since. it looked spectacular in pictures too, i had it when prince william was born. i liked it when i put the salt water tank behind it. when william got old enough to stand i would let him gaze into the tank and the eel would come out of his coral and stare at him and he would laugh and smack at the fish. i loved the way his eyes stayed glued to the water as he grip the back of that couch. i miss that couch and i miss my baby and i miss my eel and i miss my fish, oh and i miss my friend's mom who gave me the couch and i miss my old dog marty pants who used to sleep on that couch. they sure don't make sofas like they used to. one day i woke up and my eel had went and committed suicide, if anyone wondered what happened to him. so i picked him up off the floor and went and put him in the toilet, where he SPRANG BACK TO LIFE.... i thought. so i hurried up and took him back out of the toilet and threw him back into the tank- but it turns out he was really dead. i dunno what made him spazz out like that when i put him in the toilet- so i threw him in the garbage. fucker was big anyway.
i can never find a couch i like and i really hate this one i have now. the only one i was ever truly happy with was the corduroy covered one i had that was from the 1960's and you guys that fucker weighed about 400 pounds (not quite but it was a heavy bitch) and it was so nice and given to me by my friend's mother. i had it for a LONG time and i loved it more than any couch i've had since. it looked spectacular in pictures too, i had it when prince william was born. i liked it when i put the salt water tank behind it. when william got old enough to stand i would let him gaze into the tank and the eel would come out of his coral and stare at him and he would laugh and smack at the fish. i loved the way his eyes stayed glued to the water as he grip the back of that couch. i miss that couch and i miss my baby and i miss my eel and i miss my fish, oh and i miss my friend's mom who gave me the couch and i miss my old dog marty pants who used to sleep on that couch. they sure don't make sofas like they used to. one day i woke up and my eel had went and committed suicide, if anyone wondered what happened to him. so i picked him up off the floor and went and put him in the toilet, where he SPRANG BACK TO LIFE.... i thought. so i hurried up and took him back out of the toilet and threw him back into the tank- but it turns out he was really dead. i dunno what made him spazz out like that when i put him in the toilet- so i threw him in the garbage. fucker was big anyway.
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| the lion fishy |
