Perfect For Smelly Sock Puppets

Why is it whenever a piece of furniture (art made of wood, steel, marble, wicket or whatever) is purchased (with much enthusiasm of course: Oh, honey that would be great next to the abstract Inuit dildo!) and introduced into your happy (hopefully) home, it inevitably becomes just another inanimate object (incapable of true love indeed) accepting of discarded clothes?

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