And I'll make Couch all yours. That's right kids. This couch, which stood by me during that one day of fame and still loved me after months and months of bad daytime TV. This couch, which still welcomed me when the cable got shut off and staring at the walls was the only way to fill the hours. This couch, which many a staffer has called home. This couch, which is more UKS than UKS. This couch, which is practically a piece of campaign memorabilia. This couch, which may or may not have a list of actual hook-ups that actually happened on the campaign (as opposed to the ones I just made up) stuffed between the cushions, is for sale to the highest bidder.
Where I'm going, Couch simply cannot follow. Go to Ebay and let the bidding begin!
