i knew it. i always wondered where kong’s balls came from. turns out it wasn’t really king kong at all… it was a boat parts & repair shop next to the trans canada highway somewhere west of thunder bay. it was the loincloth that gave it away… that, and the lack of pupils.
this has to be true, non? plastic seats are hard, unforgiving. usually gaudy, often chipped. occasionally with a weird, unidentifiable stain that looks a little too much like gum for comfort, but it’s the only empty seat and you’re completely knackered, so you sit on it anyway and try not to think about it. these are the seats in subway stations, college hallways, sometimes even doctor’s offices. i will choose my couch every time - stuffed with feathers, long enough to stretch out on, wide enough to curl up on, firm enough to sit on and still completely napperiffic. and always free from the nagging guilt of i-should-be-studying, or the lip-pursing dryness of tongue depressors. couch seats do indeed beat plastic seats. every time.
