The Couch

From PacDemon

This couch was the crappiest, most uncomfortable, smelliest, dustiest piece of crap couch ever. It had defense mechanisms (dust clouds, jagged rusty old nails, butt stink) and possibly one of the ugliest patterns ever. It was also party to one of the most hilarious jumping sidekicks ever. It was in the livingroom at 626 Summer Street For almost two years before it met a (somewhat) unfortunate end. (There are pictures. They will be here.)