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I need a hamburger.
rrrright.. What would you match it with?
James.. Oh, my.. uke:
I need to faint, excuse me.
I need a hamburger.
"Matching" is so pedestrian, no? I'd go for contrast: leopard print. ;-)
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Although with that couch, I'd prefer this.
Plus it's shag.
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A sparkly one.
You must have a very sparkle-full house, I bet.
Mixing a leopard and a cow... I'd call Animal Planet and let them film the Hunt that'll go on in your house ('cause, you know: once you fall asleep those thinkg come to life?)"Matching" is so pedestrian, no? I'd go for contrast: leopard print. ;-)
Zebra would go along with cow.Leopard is so yesterday. You need a nice zebra print. They go with everything.
That a zebra AFTER a tour bus with a drunken driver came across it. :rofl:
Mixing a leopard and a cow... I'd call Animal Planet and let them film the Hunt that'll go on in your house ('cause, you know: once you fall asleep those thinkg come to life?)
Zebra would go along with cow.
And, naturally, you must have green carpet - so they can feel at pasture.
Check.Green shag carpet.
Since shag carpeting has come up, I'm going to indulge in a little story:
My mother grew up in a typically 50s ranch house: split-level, open floor plan, and lots of shag carpeting. It's one of my main memories of visiting my grandmother, I'd never seen so much shag in one place. Anyway, my mother, in her youth, once decided to play a trick on her kid brother, who was sitting in the living room, minding his own business like as not, so she lit a firecracker and surreptitiously placed it behind him. It had the desired effect, I guess, but of more immediate concern was that a piece of the wick burned off and scorched a noticeable hole in the rug. My mom was prepared to fess up and take the consequences, but my uncle said, 'Wait a minute,' got some scissors and glue and, by giving the carpet a bit of a haircut in inconspicuous spots, had enough that he was able to glue the fibers into the newly minted hole.
Well, it worked like a charm until the next time my grandmother vacuumed. There was a shlorping noise as the shag transplant disappeared into the Tartarus of the Hoover and the rug lay with its shameful bald spot plain in the sight of God and everybody. And, as my mom said, they would still have gotten away with it, for her mother's first reaction was, "Oh, no! Look at what this vacuum cleaner did to my carpet!" It was only the fact that her brother was laughing his head off while witnessing this that aroused her suspicions.
End of diversion.
I would have been able to keep quiet.
Oh and shag carpet is forbidden in my house---nasty.uke:
uke:Green shag carpet.
ound:"Oh, no! Look at what this vacuum cleaner did to my carpet!"
Would you like a moose couch?And the couch.
Carpet of any kind is forbidden in my home. Along with wallpaper.
uke:
Truth to be told - I'm afraid if those... who knows what creatures dwell in those ruffles?!
ound:
Great story!
Would you like a moose couch?
(psst, James - we can let him have the furry-stuff once we're done with our moose party, rrrright?)