Click Bait: You won't believe what Brad said when I asked him if he would get offended by my taking some artistic licensing with this note: "I don't like my furniture anyway, besides my mom's couches." I agree, so here we go: Brad's furniture can best be compared to the USS Intrepid: it had its moments of valor and glory in the early post college years where financial wars were fought valiantly and frugally, but now it just sits in the room, heavy laden with too much use and also grotesque bulkiness. My furniture can most accurately be described as both "whimsically practical" and "impractically whimsical." Example #1: I am currently on my fourth bed in five years because I keep buying frames that are ascetically pleasing to the eye, but also kind of broken. Example # 2: Three out of five bottoms in my dresser have ripped themselves away from the rest of the drawer, most likely in an attempt to free their tiny particle board lungs from the absurd weight of my running tees and spandex (really trying to work on #tidyingup #konmari). But, come on, folks--it's from Ikea and also a cute French Country-esque style, so I'm obviously going to keep it. But not anymore, no, not anymore! With your help we can invest in furniture that is neither the size of a blue whale (fun fact from Brad: blue whales always carry a heavy heart, specifically 400 lbs) nor something that looks like it might break into a million little pieces, like James Frey's attempt at a memoir. Let's work together to "Make Our Furniture Great for the First Time!"