Too expensive.
I was terrified of rejection until I realised it was never anything personal/it doesn't mean you're objectively gross. Just not their type.
I then further realised that this is bollocks and I was right the first time, but by that point i'd thrown my big headed self around there and gotten enough rejection to be used to it and enough validation that I was confident enough to not care.
aesops fables for the angry birds generation
Yeah except extremely puerile
Gaesops gaybles more like.
The Mrs wants to go to IKEA. On a Saturday between Christmas and New Years.
Hold me.
Piano wire for you then
They don't sell that in IKEA.
Just feast on meatballs in the café.
(not as a suicide method)
Im sure Ikea is awful everywhere but in Queensland it is placed on the side of highway, Logan, on the way to the cesspit that is the Gold Coast. Literally the most bogan spot in the universe.
Don't Ikea actually have creches in them?
Aye, but you have to put the toys together yourself. Disaster.
I've never been to Ikea and the way some people react to that revelation you'd think I'd just been caught licking a toilet seat.
I am convinced that when the fateful day arrives I will gaze around me wondering if I've ever hated life more and preparing myself mentally for disappointing meatballs.
Don't bother if you like decent quality furniture. Ikea is shit.
Flat pack has its uses.
Yeah, true. The cardboard boxes could be of use when you want to throw the crap away.
If ever someone was going to be an oak furnitureland man, it'd be you.
I have lots of time for Ikea furniture (as is necessary), but the shop itself is a rash on the perineum of humanity. I imagine that when you get sent away from the pearly gates for your fiery stint under Lucifer's watchful eye, the road there is paved with those well-intended floor arrows.
Put down the turkey.