JOB WEEK: The Hunt

Hello,

It has been 64 days since our intercontinental flight from the frigid North and so i'll take this opportunity to recognize this special day, 4 days past two months and 26 days before 3. In completely unrelated news we now have not one but TWO very ugly couches at Chester St. However with its pink cushion highlights and wicker frame this new couch is the clear winner of the 'What a Fucking Ugly Piece of Furniture' contest.

Furthering my tradition of inappropriate transitions, John and I want a dog. Any dog will do so if you want to see John and Stuart with a dog send any breed of dog by post, with air holes, to our address. As a reward for anyone who sends us a dog we will try our best to find the best dog name EVER. If you have suggestions we welcome them in the comment section and we will try to keep you as update as possible on names we are considering. Enjoy Part Two of JOB WEEK.

Consider the Following,

Stuart from Canada

P.S: Below is a poem I wrote in order to encapsulate how truly ugly our couch is.

The Couch

Stained and dotted with an ugly cover

The couch just reeked it would have killed my mother

Its frame composed of solid wicker

it made me drink my bottled liquor

I sat upon the cushions of stone

the smell enough to make me moan

Yuck, its gross i screamed and cried

its not so bad John gently lied

We thought and pondered what to do

to escape the couch that smelled of loo

So we pushed it into the lone spare room

we sealed it in just like a tomb.