Never buy things while out jogging. The sofa I bought on a whim turned up this week. At 6.30am.
In the shop it was skimpy and slinky. But it's obviously been eating since I last saw it. It's now set on devouring the living room.
Like Tony Almeida in 24, every time you turn around, it's even larger. And has a different goatee. My other sofa is starting to edge nervously away.
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