I met this guy, Randy, who lives in my apartment complex. Nice enough guy, fairly unassuming until you get to talking to him, then you find out he’s been just sort of hangin’ out for the last year but when he does work, he runs a world-wide company buying and selling resort condos.
So, I was sitting in the hottub (a big’ol 16-person deal) and he says to the people “Hey, c’mon over to my place, I’m moving to Acapulco and I need to clean out my bar.” So we head over and get to drinking. Mind you, I’d been in the hottub since about 9:30, it’s midnight when we start at his place and it’s just after 3 am as I type this, so we’re all feeling pretty okay. Oh, I should mention at this point, that when Randy mentioned that he’d have music at his place, he meant his personal friend, Rob Thomas of Matchbox20. Yeah.
He’s selling everything in his place. Actually, most everything is already sold, but he has two La-Z-Boys left that someone else had already offered on, but since he didn’t like that guy, I asked and he gave them to me for $100 less than the other guy. These are top-of-the-line, massage and phone in the armrest, kickass chairs. I got both for less than one of them costs.
I have, not one, but two C.O.U.P.'s. Scylla, eat your heart out. Yut.
May I be the first to ask if I can come over and sit in one of your chairs? With or without moose… 
Lucky you!
See if you can make him an offer on that Matchbox 20 dude. It would be nice to have live music at your fingertips.
Why Scylla, specifically.
Why Scylla, specifically? This is why. Read and enjoy.
Okay, I must have jumped the gun this morning in my giddy euphoria, so in the interest of full disclosure, I guess I’ll have to reclassify these chairs as C.o.M.P. (Chairs of Modest Power.) They don’t have the refrigerator in the armrest.
Just goes to show you kids, don’t go getting ahead of yourself, it never ends well…well, unless you still end up with two C.o.M.P.'s, then you can at least wallow comfortably in your defeat and shame, and invite a friend to join you.
Scylla, my most humble apologies. The day is yours.
Don’t be so fast to admit defeat think.
Scylla may have the C.U.P. butt, you have TWO C.O.M.P.'s and I believe a pair beats an ace anyday.
I addition if you have a pair of chairs, it would stand to reason that you have a place for a good friend to sit and keep you company all while having their posterior encased in temperature controlled, vibrating leathery goodness. I don’t think there is person alive who would not be so appreciative of this that they would not just get up and fetch you a beer when you wanted it. You know, out of gratitude.
[sub]besides Scylla’s chair probably stinks like a monster[/sub]
The Mermaid is right. While visitors to Scylla’s domain must, perforce, grovel before the C.U.P., you, thinksnow, are in a better bargaining position. You can offer the use of one of the C.o.M.P.'s (in return for certain favors), while never having to remove your own posterior from the leather-encased comfort of its own C.o.M.P.
People will be lining up for miles around.
Well, they are deep scarlet*, rather than lime green…
[sub](*- An ideal color for a Buckeye fan and alumni.)[/sub]
Oh my God! I’m dying over here!
Wait, wait, wait. Back the truck up.
You met Rob Thomas??? Let’s address that for a moment, shall we? Was he a cool dude? A schmuck? Was he strummin’ a gittar and singin’ a tune?
Details, man, details.
Really, all you need is a mini-fridge to act as a table between them, and then you have the Living Room Set of Ultimate Power, or LRSUB.
inkblot
InkBlot I like your thinking. It’s bold and shows initiative. Please allow me to elaborate just a bit.
Take that mini-fridge and top it with a tiny microwave oven.
Oh yeah!