Where will the homeless sleep now?
After a slow news day yesterday, I decided to get drunk. Really drunk. This morning, I found myself waking up on a bench. Not this bench, one in central park. But still, I’m glad it wasn’t this bench. It would’ve been an awfully sore walk home.
It’s all from the twisted imagination of designer Fabian Brunsing, who’s asking for half a Euro for the chance to rest. Otherwise, the bench won’t retract the rather mean looking spikes that cover the seat.
I hope these don’t come to the us. If I have any more nights like last night, I might be in trouble.
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