Monday, October 24, 2005
Tribute to the Couch
So Jake kept insisting that I post on the infamous "Apimpment" blog and after 7 email invites from him I have decided (and figured out how) to write to the men of Apt. 255 (except for that Dennis character - we really didn't get along). Since I'm not really funny without being provoked, I am going to try my best to just be mediocre at this funny business today.
I think time should be taken to remember the one gem that was in the apimpment - the couch that swallowed everything. I think Jake purposely suggested seeing horrible movies at the theater for our first date in hopes of luring me to Brinser so I could end up being stuck in the couch forever. After many abuse ridden years at Etown, I believe the couch sought justice by sucking up anything that got near it. If you couldn't find the remote you would have to stick your entire arm into the depths of the cushions to find it (as well as 20 packages of Twizzlers, 5 back issues of the Etownian, and a girl who made out with Strulson a couple of weeks before).
The fondest memory I have of the couch was when it let me down. The fateful day was in Apt. 255 and I was putting my coat on to go out. I am the first to admit I am not the most graceful person, so in the process of walking towards the door, I got my feet tangled up in Strulson's backpack. As I started to fall head first towards the couch I took solice in the fact that the couch has never thrown anything off of it; I would comfortably hit the cushions and would need the jaws of life to get me back out. However, on this fateful day as I was tangled in my coat and the booby trap Strulson left for me, I landed on the couch for a split second before I was slammed onto the floor.
I believe this was when the couch was in its last days at Apt. 255 - so I'm sure it knew the dumpster death it awaited and that you can't take anything with you when you go to the beyond.
P.S. Good luck Craig! ;)
I think time should be taken to remember the one gem that was in the apimpment - the couch that swallowed everything. I think Jake purposely suggested seeing horrible movies at the theater for our first date in hopes of luring me to Brinser so I could end up being stuck in the couch forever. After many abuse ridden years at Etown, I believe the couch sought justice by sucking up anything that got near it. If you couldn't find the remote you would have to stick your entire arm into the depths of the cushions to find it (as well as 20 packages of Twizzlers, 5 back issues of the Etownian, and a girl who made out with Strulson a couple of weeks before).
The fondest memory I have of the couch was when it let me down. The fateful day was in Apt. 255 and I was putting my coat on to go out. I am the first to admit I am not the most graceful person, so in the process of walking towards the door, I got my feet tangled up in Strulson's backpack. As I started to fall head first towards the couch I took solice in the fact that the couch has never thrown anything off of it; I would comfortably hit the cushions and would need the jaws of life to get me back out. However, on this fateful day as I was tangled in my coat and the booby trap Strulson left for me, I landed on the couch for a split second before I was slammed onto the floor.
I believe this was when the couch was in its last days at Apt. 255 - so I'm sure it knew the dumpster death it awaited and that you can't take anything with you when you go to the beyond.
P.S. Good luck Craig! ;)
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I still miss that couch...its lovely moss green patterns, its treasure trove of cushion-warmed cheetos. Plus, I'm pretty sure it had a heavier frame than my current car.
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