An excerpt from Funny, Briefly
Bad Couches
I married into bad couches. There was a couch and a matching loveseat, and they were of the La-Z-Boy variety. And each section of this monstrosity reclined as if it was actually not a couch and a loveseat at all, but rather five La-Z-Boy chairs duct-taped together in a moment of sheer madness.
I didn’t know the color taupe to be offensive before the day I set eyes on these couches, but somehow, someway, they managed to change my mind.
It was like that color when you’re little, and you’re fingerpainting, and you get carried away and blend all the colors together until their brilliance slowly becomes the muddled shade of shit.
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