... a folding couch???
Sorry guys-- I am not a feminist but this was funny to read. It reminds me of the true story of how singer Willy Nelson's first dw left him. He was always coming home drunk and she finally had had it. While he was passed out drunk one night she sewed him into the sheets, beat the living daylights out of him and left. We reap what we sow don't we? And why do people choose to live that way?