The Swedes are evil. 100 % pure, 200 proof, complete and total evil.
All I wanted was a picture frame. And they manipulated me, confused me, possibly tortured me. I don't know how, but they've brain washed me to believing that I needed stuff -- A lot of stuff.
I walked in with a purpose. I needed one $10 item. A frame.
I bought 4 frames in two sizes. Three small accent lights. A floor lamp. A clock. A Rolling Pin. A Knife Sharpener. Glass Canisters. Some weird cable organizer thing, and a bunch of crap that I can't even identify at this point. What do I need glass canisters for? I'm a man. My flour came in a bag, it will stay in a bag. And that goes double for the sugar.
It's like a freaking pottery barn catalog exploded in here.
Then again, they provide a lot of convenient solutions for modern living. Bah! They've even infiltrated my blog!
Now if you'll excuse me I have to go get a new gun to undo all the unmanliness left over from the "textiles" showrooms.
Freaking Swedes.
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