Tuesday, August 10, 2004

Every King needs a throne - the recline of civilization: the Barcalounger

Barcalounger -- a haiku

The King settles down,
Into his leather-clad throne.
Recline and find peace.
When you come home from a long day's work, there's nothing better than kicking off the boots so the dogs can breath, stripping down to your boxers, popping the top off a cold one and settling down in the Cadillac of recliners -- the Barcalounger. Or, Barko-Lounger as we used to call them back in Idaho. Hearing the sound of genuine vinyl fart as you nestle down and throw the handle to prop up your tired feet is just what the doctor ordered for pure relaxation. Throw in a big screen tv and surroundsound and you are pretty much in hog heaven.

And how many chairs have their own domain name (okay, so there is But ahead and check out the original online at

Oh you've got your pretenders and johnny-come-latelies trying to be recliners. They come with massageers, built-in coolers and telephones. But nothing compares to the Baby-Make-Me-Bark-Like-A-Dog Barcalounger.

And that's all I have to say on that topic.

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