I think I'm fond of your Evil Comfy Chair. You should name him. Fluffy, or something like it. Or, you know, something more manly and which implies its deadly napping threat.
My Evil comfy chair has requested that you keep the pillow talk pet names private. Now everyone knows your pet name for him. Also, Fluffy wants to know when you are visiting next. And. I have to say, I'm a little jealous.
ION, I slept in till 2pm! woot!
Lungs. Hurt. Can't. Breath.
Damn you. It's been a while since I laughed so hard.
Fluffy wants to know when you are visiting next.
Priceless.
Oh, and tell Fluffy I miss the fuzzy, comfy parts.
(You know, I know someone nicknamed Fluffy. I shouldn't be doing this).
Do I want to know what you have to do to win the nickname "fluffy"?
We're making the rules as we progress, Laga.
It's more fun that way.
Oh, and tell Fluffy I miss the fuzzy, comfy parts.
:: looks down shirt :: Shit! It's not me. Not fuzzy. That two timing chair! That's it. I'm sitting on the couch for now.
Seekert message to Fluffy:
::hugz chair to death::
That's right, baby; you're all mine, now.
Extra Edit: I can't believe I'm talking to people's furniture now. Furniture I have never seen, of people I have never met.
Oh hai, good people in white coats!
Get a well-furnished room, you two! (Sorry, couldn't resist.)
Get a well-furnished room, you two!
A fluffy one, even.
or, you know, padded.
Comes to think about it, I did make omnis to spend time in his bed. hopefully sleeping.
Oh God. I actually started this, didn't I? Was it really all about... the furniture...?