Every single time I go to Ikea with my wife, I have to buy her flowers afterwards because we wind up arguing about pure deep seeded hatred that comes with buying a dresser. The swedish meatballs are okay.
Every single time I go to Ikea with my wife, I have to buy her flowers afterwards because we wind up arguing about pure deep seeded hatred that comes with buying a dresser. The swedish meatballs are okay.
RE: Why I freaking hate IKEA - A Time consuming HELL of a maze! MEN BE WARNED!