Warning - Off topic but not

[homegrown]

Due to a back injury I cant even get to a bean bag chair level..well..it would be a hard landing if i did.lol. Same with adirondack chairs,lounge chairs, those short little beach chairs, and Waterbeds. I cant get out of the damn things.. I'd have to make a bone snapper appointment for the same day. I do remember us having a big bean bag chair 40+ yrs ago and my younger brother jumped off the top bunk bed onto it. Split it right down the zipper! That thing turned our room into a winter wonderland. All those static filled styrofoam balls stuck to everything in the room...mum lost her shit at first...after a few hours she cooled down..cause it was funny as hell!

[Rwise]

Sounds like many of us are in the same boat, my back will not allow me to be in a bean bag. Most back in the day here made there own, beans were cheep!

[SoOrbudgal]

Yes i can still roll out of a bean bag chair onto all 4's and get up. But not the best looking way of seating after 60yrs of age. Kinda ugly watching one do so LOL

[Booger789]

Since this thread won’t die. I will give my bean bag story.i was probably 15 at time and yes we were already smoking joints after school. High School is a wonderful time as a young man. Sitting in a friends backyard after school. Smoking a joint. When out of nowhere my friends mom comes walking out the back door. His parents are usually never home till after 5. I am hitting the joint when I see her. Did I tell you my friends mom was smoking hot with a rack that was to die for. She was 16 when she had my friend. Back to the story. She came out back door right to me and snatched that joint out of my hand! And I will be dammed if she did not hit it. We were dumbfounded and looked at each other mouths hung wide open. She hit it and passed it back to me and said if his dad finds your stash you won’t get it back cause he will smoke it. She looked at my friend and said if you tell your father I hit that joint in front of you. You’re grounded forever. But after that point both of his parents would occasionally smoke with us. So where does the beanbag come into this story. I nailed my friends younger sister 2 years later in his beanbag chair in his room. She is now my ex-wife and has been for 26 years. Me and my friend are still friends but his sister is a bitch and crazier than ever now been married better than 5 times. LMAO hope you all enjoyed it.

[BR2K]

Who knew, right?! Now to my question: When you two were in the beanbag...was it comfortable?

[AccidentalGardener]

What was her name so no one here accidentally marries her? (just kidding...TMI)

[Mazzariman]

Dang Booger you tell a story the right way! Speaking of racks, I worked in sales for a major worldwide foodservice company and I was walking down the hall one day in our office when another salesman was wheeling a huge metal baking rack past me, I said nice Rack, he looked at me like I was a freak, and then I heard him down the hall busting up. Alls well that ends well I guess. Good thing you escaped her evil clutches!

[dphipps1020]

I have a hard enough time when my dogs find something with feathers in it. I couldn't even imagine what they would do to a bean bag, holy shit the mess I would have!

[AccidentalGardener]

OMG...I just spit my coffee out

[Booger789]

The worst of it is I did unspeakable things to my friends mom in my fantasies. My ex looked just like her mom and was smoking hot too. But my friends parents are still married and doing well. But that daughter Is wow crazy. But I could not resist her advances and I succumbed to her beauty.

[Xena]

Booger789 don’t you know....bat shit crazy is really fun to bang 🤪 but not marry.

[quietlybinary]

I would love a bean bag chair. I like how the Sumo Lounge and Big Joe ones look but have not had the pleasure of testing.

[BR2K]

I gotta check those out.

[UndergroundFarmer]

OK, since we're all going down this rabbit hole, here's my beanbag story: I was living in a garage apartment when I was 23 and my future crazy ex-wife was great with our first child together. She came over to see me before I started my night shift at a convenience store (I do not miss that job!). Since the only furniture I had was a twin bed and a beanbag and a small dining table with two chairs over by the kitchen area (the only room with walls was the bathroom), she chose the beanbag to sit and watch TV. I warned her to watch out because it was leaking. She wound up leaking herself in it and our oldest boy was born the next morning!