Couches

Let me start off by saying that I LOVE couches. They are one of the greatest things in life. Not only are they great, but they are also glorious. What's better than an object devoted entirely to lounging and hanging out? Now of course I may sound a bit hedonistic here, but come on, it's hard to play devil's advocate in this particular circumstance.

Couches are incredibly versatile. They come in so many variations:

Big couches

Small couches

Colorful couches

Modern couches

 

Fancy couches

Scary couches

Hairy couches

Ugly couches

As you can see, there are many types of couches that will cater to anyone's tastes. 

 

Not only can you hang out on them, but you can also eat on them, study on them, sleep on them, argue about politics on them, browse through your brother-in-law's embarrassing photos from 1998 on them, formulate groundbreaking hypotheses on them, shop for new couches via Amazon on them, and so forth. 

The act of relaxing on a couch is worthy of its own term. Couch (v): to chill on a couch. Miriam-Webster, how do you feel about that? I smell "newest addition."

Couches are badass enough to be a band name. 

Dude 1: Yo you seeing Couches later?

Dude 2: Yeah man!

Dude 1: Sweet.

I mean, there was a even a fucking T.V. SHOW devoted to them. Don't even try and pretend you didn't watch The Big Comfy Couch when you were little, at least once.

But seriously, who DOESN'T love couches? Except this guy:

 

Nevertheless, this is an extremely rare occurrence.

So as you can see, couches are completely awesome. Thank you inventor of couches, you are/were a genius. All hail couches. Couches 4evr <3

The end.