why didn't you tell us it was so ugly
it was actually a sectional. my darling friend, whos name will not be disclosed, was excitingly and encouragingly persistent about this "thing". i trusted these words and now i regret my willing trust. i found myself prime time friday night in a random red beat up, without hubcaps, chevy pick up. wait...the story actually starts when lisa and i got in the wrong truck, forcing the key into the wrong ignition of my friends neighbors truck. when i knew the rest of the night would result in folly.
DESTINATION: the ugly sectional.
it ended up a hilarious disaster. so bare with me.
our friend was gracious enough to toss the keys of his ghetto truck and leave his beauty in our hands. however, he failed to mention that the hatch was a mini, and we were about to naively obtain a couch our friend said was "decent". this thing was huge. and bulky. reeked of smoke. we were obligated to take it, seeing its previous owner waited around all week for our arrival. i'm not quit sure why we didn't just CHECK IT OUT before we agreed to take it. it definitely would have been worth the trip to the outer skirts of Irondiquit.
all nineteen pieces of this sectional were not going to fit. so we lied! and said we would come back for a second trip. thats not even the whole story. it gets so much better. we called for the nearest Salvo via back roads in fear of it flying off. no ropes. no bungies. we were free ballin. we were driving 35 on lake ave when we saw the something amaaazing.a huge empty deserted dumpster. this thing was immaculate. it may as well had a halo around it. lisa had some sort of "she woman" strength from fear and we hurridly and effortlessly tossed half of the pieces in that beautiful dumpster. so whats the moral of this story?
i dont know.....it was just really funny in the end.
DESTINATION: the ugly sectional.
it ended up a hilarious disaster. so bare with me.
our friend was gracious enough to toss the keys of his ghetto truck and leave his beauty in our hands. however, he failed to mention that the hatch was a mini, and we were about to naively obtain a couch our friend said was "decent". this thing was huge. and bulky. reeked of smoke. we were obligated to take it, seeing its previous owner waited around all week for our arrival. i'm not quit sure why we didn't just CHECK IT OUT before we agreed to take it. it definitely would have been worth the trip to the outer skirts of Irondiquit.
all nineteen pieces of this sectional were not going to fit. so we lied! and said we would come back for a second trip. thats not even the whole story. it gets so much better. we called for the nearest Salvo via back roads in fear of it flying off. no ropes. no bungies. we were free ballin. we were driving 35 on lake ave when we saw the something amaaazing.a huge empty deserted dumpster. this thing was immaculate. it may as well had a halo around it. lisa had some sort of "she woman" strength from fear and we hurridly and effortlessly tossed half of the pieces in that beautiful dumpster. so whats the moral of this story?
i dont know.....it was just really funny in the end.
posted by hannah | 12:11 AM
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