You heard me.



So...you want the story? Alright then, gather round, children, as I reiterate the tale of the night that I (we) stole a couch and got fucked.

It was a Sunday night at the Zia records in Chandler, Matt was busy glancing at the VHS while I wandered aimlessly about the store...when suddenly, a harsh reality hit. The BEST couch in the world, that sits at the back of the store, had indeed vanished.

Promptly, I worked my way over to the front counter to inquire about the dissapearance of said couch. My inquiry was met with the following:

"Oh, the couch was a shoplifting liability, plus it has holes and kinda smells". Outside I maintained my composure, but inside I was screaming "I DON'T CARE!!"

After exiting Zia's, Matt drove around to the back of the building, by the dumpsters, and there it sat...the most comfortable couch in the world. Our mission was clear, we must collect that couch. We headed over to the nearest drug store and bought 200 ft of rope and some bungee cords.

After securing this enormous couch to the top of Matt's '85 Buick, we drove back to my dorm, where I got laid.



Which was awesome. All in all, it was a night for the vaults.