Ikea

My two cents about Ikea furniture (a passive aggressive response, of sorts):

I like Ikea furniture.

There, I said it. Mostly, for two reasons. First, I like going to the Ikea store in Elizabeth, and eating those little meatballs. They are delicious. Also, I like putting together a bed from tiny little pieces of wood, realizing that I did something wrong at the very beginning because there are a few little knobby pieces missing, deciding to take it all apart again, eating some Thai food on the floor of a new apartment (because the table and chairs are still just piles of wood boards), and starting the whole assembly again. That's my idea of a good time.

So, the bed broke. Personally, I would use that incident as a testament of one's sexual prowess, instead of an example of shoddy Swedish workmanship.