I inherited a sofa
from a mate who sold his house, gave me his shitty old sofa on the condition he could sleep on it occasionally and when he finally left a year later he left the sofa behind. I moved here and there and eventually it ended up in storage in my parent's sheds about six years ago.

When they had a big clear-out I gave them permission to bin the sofa and didn't think any more about it. I was recently given a box of stuff by my mum and in it was a money bag with almost six quid in shrapnel and a quarter-block of hash, both of which were in the sofa body when my mum took a big fuck-off saw to the bloody thing.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Wed 3 Mar 2010, 18:17, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

woo
treasure!
( willenium Fist bump for verification, Wed 3 Mar 2010, 19:02, Reply)