Dear Bob's Furniture Stores
 

Your commercials make me kill babies. >:

Bob's wife wearing roller skates and fake-playing a country ditty, while two women in their 40's play patty-cake on the floor.

Bob, wife, and father pretend to be playing rock music that would even make Green Day laugh, and fake-singing, dressed in leather.


Fucking hell man. Just let me fucking buy a fucking couch without having to see your dad saying he's going to marry your wife.

I want to live in Connecticut now. :(

Down here in MD, we have "Scott Donahoo!"