Holy shit the IKEA shopping stuff is like a time machine for me. The only difference was that I didn't sell mine. I kept it until I moved out of my first apartment and put it where all IKEA furniture ends up after a year. In the garbage.When I graduated I went to work at a local mutual fund back office and got a nice little signing bonus. I was like 21. Since I was already in a rad three bedroom loft apartment with some buddies I didn't want to move out. Instead I decided to buy new furniture. Did it real big. Drove all the way to Chicago to the nearest Ikea. Looked a lot like Tabris except mostly brown, with that sweet sweet fake wood look. So shiny, I thought it looked awesome.
Like the third night I had this furniture we had an after party and I'll never forget this freaky nipple ringed 18 year old who I had been hanging out with off and on came into my room. She started laughing and told me all my new furniture looked like Fisher Price shit and left (well, all the way to the couch).
I sold it all on ebay the next week for a couple hundo. Now I won't even let my toddlers have ikea furniture. That shit scarred me.
Tabris probably pays for sex though and adds extra if they don't laugh.
And I don't think probably is the right word when it comes to Tabris paying for sex. Tabris probably pays for sex like the Pats probably cheat and like I probably liked the new Star Wars.