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Monday, February 26, 2007

How Much is that Playhouse in the Backyard?

So, here I was browsing through incredibly outrageous things that people buy for their spoiled little shitheads. There are $49,000 armoires that look like the shoe the old woman lived in. $47,000 beds designed to replicated Cinderella's coach. A Victorian playhouse which can be customized with cable, running water, electricity, and wireless communication with a price that starts around $23,400.

There once was a freaky family, who lived in a condo
They bought stupid shit because they had too much dough
Their daughter grew up and ran off with some rock stars
The son can be found hanging out in the gay bars
And mommy and daddy have spent all they had
Now they live in the playhouse, now isn't that sad

Anyway, all kidding aside, I did find this awesome bed. I can't say I'd pay $3,000 for it. But still. If that isn't the coolest bed I've ever seen! The top holds a 30" x 60" loft mattress while a twin mattress fits below.

It is SOOOOO Cool!!

Sorry, just had to share!

And yes, I will admit that if I was a millionaire I would buy the armoire and the Cindrella coach and the damn playhouse too! Why? Because, if I had the money to spoil the shit out of my daughter, you better bet I would!

1 comment:

Tink said...

My God you're cracking me up over here! Please tell me you wrote that little poem by yourself.