I always thought a Manhole Cushion was a urethra pillow, but I guess I missed a memo or something.

If you work in an office and are partial to chili, you need these. If you subsist on a diet of broccoli and prunes, you really need these. If you’ve ever looked at a Fiber One bar in a grocery store — even just a quick glance — call it quits. There’s no protecting you now.

Subtle Butt Odor Neutralizers, $11.98

This folding chair has a lamp attached. Which is coo…eird? Like I think I like it? But I’m not sure? It’s kind of like when your friend shows up in a new pair of glasses, a denim jumper or with a dick sewn to their head.

via CMYBacon

This is called Bookseat. I have one in my house except it’s called the toilet. Now who’s up for a little urine-soaked Sudoku?

I never would have guessed that the Black Eyed Peas were into ping-pong.

Taboo Stool available at the MoMA store

I like to put my naked butt on a wood butt. I like to put it other places, too. Like your furniture, car seats and dinner plates.

The cool factor of the Moki stool is completely overshadowed by that chick’s hideous sneakers. How the hell did she manage to step in Lisa Frank’s period?

You know what I call this? The Human Seatipede. And if my friends don’t call it that, you know what I do? I cor-rectum. HEY-OH!

This is the strangest gynecological exam table I’ve ever seen. How are you gonna get your speculum all up in that dude’s junk when he’s not fully reclined? And how are you gonna get your speculum all up in that dude’s junk when he’s got dude junk? More importantly, why did they draw this guy like he’s strapped into stirrups, wishing he’d waxed his balls for his pap smear?

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via Creede Fitch, whose name will punch you in the neck.

I don’t have, like, 12,000 quarters sitting around to buy the Space Invaders Chair. It’s okay, though. It would totally clash with my Oregon Trail Couch-estoga Wagon.