Recently I have started receiving home mail deliveries, and as a result I now get JUNK MAIL.
In a brochure (or whatever they call the stuff) that landed this morning I was invited to purchase this item:


"It can't get worse than this" I thought, as I fed the catalogue into my wood-fired coffee roaster. But then on reflection I thought that in Satan's hands anything bad is possible, especially considering the commitment of avant garde furniture designers to his loathsome cause.
I would rather have brucellosis.






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