


Top five questions this end table raises:
5. Who is this paranoid and doesn’t already own an automatic weapon and hungry Rotweilers?
4. If London is so unsafe as to turn furniture into bludgeoning objects, why in god’s name would you live there? And if you do live there, why in god’s name would you ever step outside?
3. Where’s my desk lamp that turns into a flail?
2. Where’s my couch that converts into a trebuchet?
1. Who the fuck uses a shield these days?

Keeping it going with more awesome seating.

A portrait of John Cusack on a couch from photographer Chris Buck’s website. Again, provided by blog friend Clay.
Thanks to Clay, a friend of the blog since its inception, for providing this link.
In honor of “How I Met Your Mother,” this blog’s first post will be the lip sofa which makes an appearance on the cover of that show’s first season DVDs.
And, for the record:
When I got the idea to start a Tumblr celebrating couches, I did not expect that both “Fuck Yeah Couches” and “Fuck Yeah Sofas” were already taken (and the latter was actually exactly what I had planned to create).
But they were.
So here we are at Fuck Yeah Living Room Furniture, my comically lengthy-titled shrine to all things furniture-related - couches, sofas, daybeds, futons, papasans, ottomans, coffee tables, and maybe even lamps. Who knows where this all will lead?
Stay tuned.