
Now: dive bar atmosphere, with all the convenience of home! No more long commute — just stumble out of bed and you’re already there, shuffling through the cigarette butts!
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Now: dive bar atmosphere, with all the convenience of home! No more long commute — just stumble out of bed and you’re already there, shuffling through the cigarette butts!

See that middle bit in this couch Catherine found? That’s where it opens up, and you fall in, it slides shut, and you’re never heard from again.
(The small one is an apprentice killer couch. No, an assassin armchair. A cold-blooded captain’s chair? An overstuffed executioner? A slayer sleigh sofa?)

This time I’m not so certain if it’s my Anthropomorphisis acting up, or what. It’s not that the faucet here looks like a face, it’s that it looks like… oh, never mind.
(Via dooce. [Isn't that a classic '60s Italian film?])

And there… in the distance… was the front door of the house we were sitting in, but now the house appears to be about two miles tall, slightly tilted, and made out of painted candy floss. Perhaps it’s just as well that we’ve retreated to a safe distance, bringing the deck with us.
(Found by Allison.)

Sorry, kids, but this year Santa decided to have UPS deliver all the packages. Yeah, sort of a bummer not to have the fat bearded guy doing his annual home invasion, but think how much we’ll save on cookies and brandy!
(Found by Alissa. No, I don’t know what’s with all the Santa stuff lately. And yes, my children have been taught that they are to leave Rémy Martin VSOP for St. Nick.)

Chair! Oh, I’m so sorry. The website moved and we forgot to pack you. Fortunately Conner found you and notified the authorities.
Wise Chair knows that when you’re lost, often the best thing you can do is hug a tree and wait for help. Was Chair a Campfire Chair? A Chair Scout? A fan of The Grounding of Chair 6?
But anyway — wait right there, Chair! I’ll turn the blog around and we’ll be there in no time!