We have kidded Glen about his preferred sitting situation. The CLA has liberated a SWEET couch from Glen's home. Mr. 55 tried to assault TiderUpNorth with his car. Heck, there is even a "Couch Sweetheart".
But just when you think it couldn't get any crazier, it does. Now maybe it's the lack of sleep I've had over the last month, or maybe, just maybe, it's because I'm THAT crazy.
While standing in the cold garage (central IL sucks) waiting for my dog to finish his business, I had a moment of clarity. You see, friends, we have been thinking about this "couch conundrum" all wrong. Glen is not sitting on the couch.
GLEN IS THE COUCH!!!
That's right, folks, the couch is Glen. "From the Couch", get it? The words, the game breakdown- it all comes from a couch!! How? Voice recognition software. The couch speaks and the computer types. Why do you think we never got pics? Couches don't have thumbs, thus can't use the camera app!
Now, simmer down, fine RBRers! The next question, understandably is how did this happen? That is the part I am still working on. Maybe Glen angered a voodoo priestess. Maybe he is a CIA experiment gone wrong. Maybe Glen just happens to be the second cousin of Chairy, co-star of "Pee-Wee's Playhouse".
So, I kindly ask that you no longer heckle, hassle, or harangue Glen about his couch, for you will actually be attacking HIM.