Oh, gosh…You again?
You really have been wearing me out lately.
You and your laziness…I’m fading away.
It’s all your fault. Yes, you…
You plop down on top of me every evening,
After you’ve “had a long day”
A long day doing what? Planning how you’d like to abuse me tonight?
Plop down, or maybe jump? It’s never gentle, with you.
Oh, I know…Tonight you want to fling out my recliner, and kick up your feet, right?
That hurts, you know.
Whatever, but here’s the deal…No chips tonight. I’m tired of the crumbs.
They get stuck near my arms, and you don’t even bother to clean it.
Oh, great. Did you just snore?
Passing out already? Come on…
I need to move out.
Is the bitterness in the recliner chair's personality? (no matter how strange that may sound)