We decided to evict our teenaged son… from the TV room. It had only recently occurred to me that he’d completely conquered the place. It was full of chip packets and Xbox discs. It was… not nice.
He’d been sitting with his feet up on the furniture, the way they do, and had pretty much destroyed my white leather couch.
I can’t remember exactly why I decided to toss him out, but all the teens both resident and visiting, have now been banished to the concrete slab under the house - the natural habitat of the Queensland teen. I’m happy to stick a cheap second TV down there, and the Xbox has already migrated. A sacrifice I was willing to make. It’s not like I have time any more to invest in gaming.
Instead, we bought a couple of really comfy arm chairs and a little table on which I intend to rest my martini while watching the next episode of Ted Lasso.
You know this begs for a Attenborough style mockumentary on the "Millenial Queenslandia Vulgaris" right? T will probably want to kill you but hey: great content keeps you fed, son. Tip: employ QoS on his machine/network outlet, modern games and updates and NBN could influence your production in a negative manor.
What possessed you to buy a white leather couch while you owned pets and children? That's a real pro level of masochism right there...
Although the new armchairs look VERY swish, great replacements
You know this begs for a Attenborough style mockumentary on the "Millenial Queenslandia Vulgaris" right? T will probably want to kill you but hey: great content keeps you fed, son. Tip: employ QoS on his machine/network outlet, modern games and updates and NBN could influence your production in a negative manor.
The_Weapon is no longer a teenager anymore. Feeling old JB?