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Say hello to the sofa of reasonable comfort.

I bet he thinks he is sofa king smart.

The rare and elusive sofa-trapping trifecta now in play.

Obvious...

/He's right in front of you.

Again? How many times does no one have to be trapped under a sofa before we start dealing with this menace?

Just wait, I'll bet tomorrow someone will once again not be trapped under the sofa, and there's pretty much nothing you or I can do about it.

Could be WORSE......
You could be stuck to a CHAIR.... (pops-like-a-BigZ2K boner)

alright, without going into too much detail, here's the situation:

I am TFing in my boxers, and sitting on a chair that has slightly spaced out planks. Suffice to say that part of me is now lodged, and any attempt to move just pinches the crap out of me.

Can't move, need advice, soonish.

Oh god it hurts.

ChipNASA: Could be WORSE......
You could be stuck to a CHAIR.... (pops-like-a-BigZ2K boner)

Nevar Forget.

Oh damn you ChipNASA. Well one of us is going to have to change into something else.

There is a Mexican in my van's chair.

So you might say

Sofa...

*puts on sunglasses*

So good.

Yeeeeeaaaahhhhh!!!!

Hey, I'm not trapped under a sofa either!

Subby should have used the newsflash tag for lulz.

jmadisonbiii

"When you see it, you'll shiat bricks"
/or be brickshiat upon...

The dog however is still in the refrigerator.

I can see the firefighter now:

"Sir, calm down. CALM DOWN SIR! It's just a pair shoes. Look, [picks up shoes] there is nobody in them. Someone just tucked them under the sofa. Like this. Sir calm down, I just showed you there is noone in those shoes."

Actually it kind of sounds like a Farside cartoon.

The Mind Boggles: Milky Joe: alright, without going into too much detail, here's the situation:

I am TFing in my boxers, and sitting on a chair that has slightly spaced out planks. Suffice to say that part of me is now lodged, and any attempt to move just pinches the crap out of me.

Can't move, need advice, soonish.

Oh god it hurts.

fark yes. Came for this, leaving satisfied. Thank you Milky Joe.ChipNASA

AHEM!



/I had PHOTOS and EVERYTHING!!!!
//FTFM...

Snotty1: I bet he thinks he is sofa king smart.

/this.

Panty Sniffer: There is a Mexican in my van's chair.

There is a chair in my Mexican's van.

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The Mind Boggles: ChipNASA: The Mind Boggles: Milky Joe: alright, without going into too much detail, here's the situation:

I am TFing in my boxers, and sitting on a chair that has slightly spaced out planks. Suffice to say that part of me is now lodged, and any attempt to move just pinches the crap out of me.

Can't move, need advice, soonish.

Oh god it hurts.

fark yes. Came for this, leaving satisfied. Thank you Milky Joe.ChipNASA

AHEM!



/I had PHOTOS and EVERYTHING!!!!
//FTFM...

ooo! Sorry honey, it didn't load for me! Can i make it up to you?
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That's OK!!
I was just being a WHINY Fark BABY....cause I'm good at that an all...
/kiss kiss...hug hug

From the comments...classic:

"I suspect there's rather more to this story than has been reported here: what happened when the call was made? Was it a 999 call, or was the call made directly to the local fire station? If it was an emergency call, what questions did the emergency operator ask before calling out a fire engine? What happened when the fire engine turned up at the caller's house, presumably expecting to find someone "trapped" under a sofa? And what was the cause of the "confused resident's" confusion? Should a doctor with experience in treating mental health have been in attendance to evaluate the "confused homeowner"? Or was the confusion caused by the ingestion of some psychoactive substance? Currently, this story is just another example of the laughably poor standards of "journalism" found in the mundane shallows of the local and regional press (was the copy filed by a school pupil on work experience to let them "have a go" at writing for the paper, or was it actually written by an employee on the news desk?). With some guidance from the editor or from an experienced staff writer, this could have been helped to shape it into something resembling a compelling and informative story. As it is, the piece simply confirms what we already know about dull and shoddy local rags."

East Anglia, you say?



Tinker probably made the call, so Charlie Gimbert would be distracted, and Lovejoy and Eric could sneak in and replace his Turner collection with "copies" they made last week.

finally, some good news.