Off all the chairs in the world, do you have to find the wrong ones all the time my dear detective? After all these chairs, how about spending some time in mine? Oh well, it's right near my bed, isn't it? Think about it. We order pizza (*sigh* I'm the worst cook at best), drink some Sauvignon Blanc, talk about anything you want. What's the worst that could happen? Doink! Doink! You are the detective, figure it out. End up in bed? I'm just thinking aloud: Pas de chance!
