sam.car
07-05-2010, 01:30 PM
Anyone remember those GRANITE desks I put up for sale here? Along with the TWO locking mini-bars? (http://www.importatlanta.com/forums/showthread.php?279768-FS-Desk-Matching-side-table-Granite-top-Locking-mini-fridge&p=38855809)
Alright, well check this tight shit out. Chair. This chair. Look at this mother fucking VELVET chair. THAT'S RIGHT. VELVET.
Shabby chic? I don't know what shabby chic means. I'm a man. I'm not supposed to. Do you know what shabby chic means? Fuck no, of course you don't. Did you click this thread in hopes to find out what shabby chic is? You're a man, why the hell should you know what it means.
Wanna know who DOES know what shabby chic means? Bitches. That's right. Bitches. My life is centered around the bitches. The bitches loved my granite tables, and my locking mini-fridges. They also love my antique chairs.
What is the condition of the chair? Clean as fuck. That's right. There are NO stains on this velvet chair. There are NO rips or tears in this velvet chair, either. It's velvet. It's fucking indestructible. I barely used the god damn thing. I used it for a total of maybe 2 months. I sat my granite side table next to it.
Look at this ottoman. Does it match? Fuck no. That's why it's shabby chic. How does it qualify it as shabby chic? I don't fucking know. It doesn't match or some shit. Does it match to me? Yes. Why? I'm a mother fucking man. I don't care about dumb shit like an ottoman perfectly matching a chair I bought 9 months beforehand. Every single fucking day I wake up like a goddam bull, ready to charge out and destroy everything in my path. Maybe I'll start a new business, maybe I'll buy a house, maybe I'll get in my car and drive to Texas, maybe I'll buy some dumbass chair that I never used, I don't fucking know, but I'm going to do something that makes me happy. I want thick juicy steaks still dripping blood, I want wide-open blue skies, endless summer, ice cold glacier water out of the skull of my enemy. I want to fuck until I scream, drive up the face of a cliff, ride horses in France, blow 10 grand on peanut butter or maybe just buy the biggest suite in the place and sit around ordering pay-per-view.
The chair is blueish. The ottoman is blueish. The ottoman keeps my feet off of the mother fucking ground after I get home from a long day of doing awesome shit. So yes, the ottoman is included too. I bought the chair by itself in a stupid fucking antique store back in Savannah, called Habersham Antiques. Why? Because I was with a bitch. She thought it was cute. She liked it alot. So I dropped $75 FUCKING dollars on it because I had money like that. I shoved the fucker into the back of my BMW and drove the fuck home.
I drive a BM-MOTHERFUCKING-W. Who loves my car? Bitches. That's right. The bitches. They get all stupid willy nilly when they see that blue and white roundel. Does it matter? Hell no. You shouldn't care. All you need to know is that it is a fact. This thread is laden with facts. Nothing but facts. You need this chair.
$50
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/npor/chair1.jpg
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/npor/chair2.jpg
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/npor/chair3.jpg
Alright, well check this tight shit out. Chair. This chair. Look at this mother fucking VELVET chair. THAT'S RIGHT. VELVET.
Shabby chic? I don't know what shabby chic means. I'm a man. I'm not supposed to. Do you know what shabby chic means? Fuck no, of course you don't. Did you click this thread in hopes to find out what shabby chic is? You're a man, why the hell should you know what it means.
Wanna know who DOES know what shabby chic means? Bitches. That's right. Bitches. My life is centered around the bitches. The bitches loved my granite tables, and my locking mini-fridges. They also love my antique chairs.
What is the condition of the chair? Clean as fuck. That's right. There are NO stains on this velvet chair. There are NO rips or tears in this velvet chair, either. It's velvet. It's fucking indestructible. I barely used the god damn thing. I used it for a total of maybe 2 months. I sat my granite side table next to it.
Look at this ottoman. Does it match? Fuck no. That's why it's shabby chic. How does it qualify it as shabby chic? I don't fucking know. It doesn't match or some shit. Does it match to me? Yes. Why? I'm a mother fucking man. I don't care about dumb shit like an ottoman perfectly matching a chair I bought 9 months beforehand. Every single fucking day I wake up like a goddam bull, ready to charge out and destroy everything in my path. Maybe I'll start a new business, maybe I'll buy a house, maybe I'll get in my car and drive to Texas, maybe I'll buy some dumbass chair that I never used, I don't fucking know, but I'm going to do something that makes me happy. I want thick juicy steaks still dripping blood, I want wide-open blue skies, endless summer, ice cold glacier water out of the skull of my enemy. I want to fuck until I scream, drive up the face of a cliff, ride horses in France, blow 10 grand on peanut butter or maybe just buy the biggest suite in the place and sit around ordering pay-per-view.
The chair is blueish. The ottoman is blueish. The ottoman keeps my feet off of the mother fucking ground after I get home from a long day of doing awesome shit. So yes, the ottoman is included too. I bought the chair by itself in a stupid fucking antique store back in Savannah, called Habersham Antiques. Why? Because I was with a bitch. She thought it was cute. She liked it alot. So I dropped $75 FUCKING dollars on it because I had money like that. I shoved the fucker into the back of my BMW and drove the fuck home.
I drive a BM-MOTHERFUCKING-W. Who loves my car? Bitches. That's right. The bitches. They get all stupid willy nilly when they see that blue and white roundel. Does it matter? Hell no. You shouldn't care. All you need to know is that it is a fact. This thread is laden with facts. Nothing but facts. You need this chair.
$50
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/npor/chair1.jpg
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/npor/chair2.jpg
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y175/npor/chair3.jpg