The Saga of the Porn Couch: Now With A Happy Ending

The story of how a couch that came home on my car (at my roomies’ behest) from an auction died, and was resurrected.

It’s a happy, happy day. I’m sitting on this couch, the PornCouch(tm), right now. It feels much less … sticky… than it used to.

Thirty Year House

Back when we moved in, something moved in with us. Not just the dog, not just the boxes; a precious heirloom arrived from another house. The porn couch came to live with us.

The porn couch is a foundling. Probably built in the 1950s, it lived with Someone Somewhere until it was sent off to be auctioned. Our family friend, Ted, attended that auction and bought the couch for maybe $10. He called Mark, who drove over in his Parisienne, and those two hooligans plus two other friends drove home slowly, each with one arm out a window, holding the couch onto the top of the car. Safely procured, the very heavy couch lived with the guys for years.

The couch came (*ahem*) to be called the porn couch because apparently ANYTHING could be spilled on it and wiped off. Or at least, this is what Mark says. His story…

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