Dude, I have come to the conclusion that my couch houses Loki, or some Thing. You know, stuff usually falls between the cushions of regular couches and you find it again when you flip them, or move them or whatever right? NOT THIS ONE
a really shitty picture of a part of the couch in question. It was the scene of the crime.
This is a movie theater sectional, you can recline, there’ s places to put your drinks, it’s pretty snazzy. Well, same thing applies, crap falls between the cracks.
One hitch: IT IS NEVER SEEN AGAIN. seriously we reach in trying to find it and nope, nada
Two years ago, my BIL was over for Christmas, and we gave him a multi tool for a present. He put it in his pocket, and it just went missing, gone. We looked everywhere. We felt inside the couch to find it and nothing.
Yesterday, when I was looking for a Lego piece Max dropped down there, I felt something…I’m like WTF. and I pulled out…the fucking multi tool that was lost two years ago.
Frank is going to re-wrap it and give it back to his brother (edit because I’m an only child and I didn’t want any confusion, that’s what I get for posting on only one coffee.) because it’s his after all and it’ll be a funny joke.
But holy shit, Max would REALLY like that Lego piece back for his Cyborg lego mini figure. it’s unique to the set.
MY COUCH IS A RIFT IN SPACE AND TIME AND LOKI USES IT TO REACH OUT AND BORROW STUFF. HELP ME. IT IS JUST A MATTER OF TIME MY CHILDREN GET SUCKED INTO THE SINGULARITY.