I wonder if you could help me.
My wife wants something re-hee-hee-hee-ally special this xmas.
She yelled a store name at me from downstairs while she was doing laundry. I was freakin' absorbed in a great game of Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy on tv (sometimes called football), sinkin' a few beers and shouting, "She's with me!"
Louis Futon?
Have you heard of this place? Can't find it anywhere.
I honestly don't know why she wants a futon. We have a sexy queen-sized piece of memory foam that never forgets me. We're on a first name basis, and she knows all my secrets.
Looks like another year of Bed Bath & Beyond.
HELLOOOO NEWMAN: Laughter is your sixth sense
