This comic doesn’t accurately reflect the horror and revulsion I feel when searching couch cushions. And actually it’s not so much that I can’t see my hands, it’s what I can feel — all the dirt and debris and weird bits of things that get wedged in there just…eeesh.
One of the unexpected side benefits of my being in a relationship is that my significant other apparently doesn’t mind. As such, she has no problem checking for my iPod in the couch while I stand back and cringe. Bonus! [November 14, 2011]
Ugh! I hate sticking my hands in the couch!
I’ve always wanted to try a can of “the beans”
I totally did what you said and checked the depths of my couch for something, but you’ll just have to believe me since I can’t prove it…
I too would like to try some of “the beans”, hopefully they are as tasty as “a beans”…
They’re decent, but have you tried “Just Some Dang Beans”? THOSE are delicious.