Thursday, August 17, 2006

A swinging pad. Seriously.

I. Want. One. Honestly, how cool would this be? You decide to kick back and watch this week’s “Hee Haw,” and instead of a Barcalounger, you relax to the gentle creak of swing fittings. Until the eye bolts pull through and send you crashing to the floor, compressing your spine like one of those medicine cups old ladies keep in their purse.


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