Bye Bye Couch.

Well. Charles did it. He finally ruined the couch. It's beyond help. I've sprayed and scrubbed and cleaned and the smell....it's just awful.
Now I just need to find some people to help me lug to the corner on trash night.
Sorry, Sus. It was a nice couch. A great couch. I'm sorry it had to end like this.
I'm unsure about Charlie's personal vendetta against this comfy, mustard-colored, inncuous couch from circa 1972, but he finally got the better of it. It fought hard. It absorbed, with great frequency, dosings of Nature's Miracle and Febreze.
And then it just said, "Fuck it. I can't do this anymore."
RIP couch. You had a long life. Sorry that Charlie had to end it.