Where has it gone...

...that old spongy couch that your old way past expiration date aunt Sheila used to have? You know that one reeked of urine, cigarettes and sweat to such an extent that you could smell it on you even the day after you where forced to visit her, sit on her lap and kiss her warty, wrinkly old lady face.

I'm not surprised that you tossed it into oblivion in the small woodland hideaway behind the parking lot in Queens. I just hope that aunt Sheila passed away before you torched it and not the other way around.