At one point in our life my wife and I were going to be loft-people. You know, that strange urban creature that lives upstairs in old, useless warehouses retro-fitted to provide living space for the frugally challenged. Ultra-hip, rocking-chair/bookcase combo, The Groovy Banana might have been the rocking chair for me, then. Now? I appreciate it’s peculiar qualities but it’s limp peel, the segmented cushion hanging over it’s edges, creeps me right out.
From Umamy via bornrich.org.
Yeah, the peel’s weird. It’s like the chair’s… foreskin.
Elliot, you deserve a special award for being the first person to use the word “foreskin” on Upper Fort Stewart. I look forward to seeing it in bizarre combinations in the Google search terms list.