Don’t throw away another day! No more procrastinating! Only YOU can make it happen. So, UN-ASS the couch and make it happen!

He lies on the couch all day watching television. I admire his classic American ambition. He’s probably a better lover than me.

My couch is coffee-colored. I can thank Starbucks and clumsiness for that.

A car is a couch with wheels. My windshield wipers don’t work, so I’ve decided to stop watering my living room carpet. Honk if you want coffee, and I’ll pour you an umbrellaful.

I had a dream about you, I had come home late at night and you were on the couch with your arms raised as if you were reaching for the sky when I asked what...

I write like if the color yellow had legs and could run a marathon while reclining back in a comfy sofa. I want some coffee, but I’m too lazy to get off my couch and...

I fall asleepCall it deep while all is well be-Cause my life seems like a freestyle mean-While asleep on the couch I dream it’s a written piece and nowThe symphony’s soundingShouting out to these feet...

Coin a new word and hear it jingle in your pocket with all your other change. My love for you is sofacouchsitsitting, so you’d better buckle up.

To attract a lover, you need to craft the perfect Craigslist ad. Here’s mine: Free TV with purchase of potato chips and couch.

Check the couch cushions for change—and hope. I drink my coffee raw, straight out of the ketchup bottle.

Instead of a gun in my holster, I hold cheesy nachos there, for dangerous snacking. Instead of a horse, this cowboy rides a couch.

I’ll sit on a soda and drink a sofa. It’s just healthier. You should see how I make love. Show starts at 8:00. Tickets are ten bucks at the window.

Her coming alone made me want to Mannequin all over myself, but I managed to contain myself like a microwave dinner. Sometimes love is frozen until you get off your sofa to take action.

Thinking about the bed leaves you horny, but thinking beyond the bed gives you honor, freedom and wisdom.

I don’t sit on material like a sofa. I also don’t sit on material like a sofa. I’m a stand on the couch kind of writer.

What I like about singing is that, for me, it’s a substitute for the psychiatrist’s couch.

The couch was wide enough for two, but I sat in it alone. Was I obese in body—or skinny in love?

It’s a cute little studio apartment that has just what I need: a bed, a couch, a table, a chair, and a coffee-maker.

plus one.” But I did get all worked up, and I spent the evening on the couch, crying.