I have been to IKEA a great many times, and the most exciting thing that ever happens is when I get to the concession stand just as new cinnamon buns are coming out of the oven. Meanwhile, in Toronto, a fucking monkey in a posh winter coat was found alone wandering the Ikea.
NOT FAIR.
King of States! 
I covet thee IKEA and have never been. It’s about 2 hours southwest of me, but I bet if it were down the street, I’d take it for granted and still not go. Sad, but true.
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You would go, because the lure of $0.50 hot dogs is a strong one.
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I thought the lure was Swedish Meatballs…
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I’ve never found a cute monkey in a winter coat either. I feel cheated. They need to make a t-shirt that says “I went to IKEA and all I got were meatballs and this lousy Hlåägh table.”
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That Hlåägh really pulls my living room together.
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It’s a nice line, isn’t it? I have the coffee table.
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At least you live in a country where you can get decent cinnamon rolls. Not fair.
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