IKEA can change you. Case in point: this strange man here, with gardening implements for hands. Can you believe he was once a productive member of society, quietly administering networks and performing improvisational comedy for select groups of friends, loved ones and holiday events? No? With its low, low everyday prices and items flat packed into easily-assembled kits by inmates at select Swedish penitentiaries, there is madness brewing underneath the surface of the inexpensive items IKEA wants to sell you. Fight Club was a warning.
The same gentleman here wields a lamp many times the size of his head, perhaps in a vain attempt to find his spouse amidst the confusingly hexagonal layout of the IKEA store. By the slight growth of beard on his face, one might surmise he has spent many days in the store. One would be right.
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The spouse, who was found despite the hexagonal layout of said IKEA, would like to point out that the first photo was snapped in Tuesday Morning, a discount store where there weren't really any discounts. Perhaps that is what turned her once-adorable and hand-enabled husband into a man with fuscia gardening implements.
Right. I completely forgot it was different stores.
*Where* is Tuesday Morning? Is it a secondhand shop?
No matter the color, plastic gardening implements are useless against the permafrost that is Chicago's soil in winter.
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