Looney Tunes
When I was a lad, I developed the habit of entering the front room in mid air, diving through the door to land on the sofa in a reclining position. I thought this was cool as fuck; my dad would always shout at me for jumping on the sofa.

But, rather than impose any kind of Dickensian punishment, he solved the problem in his own unique way. He waited until I came flying in through the door as usual, then at the last minute whisked the sofa away.

I swear that I paused for a moment, suspended in mid-air at the height the sofa should have been, Bugs Bunny style, before landing in a crumpled heap on the floor.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 11:49, 4 replies)

Lovely image

(Smale is stuffed, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 12:36, closed)

with the speed at which you would do something like that....
How did your dad realise what you were doing, get to the sofa and move it all before you landed on it?
( Bamboo Steamer, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 13:52, closed)

Dads KNOW.

(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 14:03, closed)

Ah, he was a cunning sort
He was standing behind the sofa even before I started my approach run. And it was on wheels, so it was a simple matter to pull it away.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 14:04, closed)