I've been trying to reply for 20 minutes, and every time I come back I go into hysterics again....fucking a superball? Purely priceless. But I have to ask, was I the only one to suddenly flash back to those spacehopper things in the 70s? Big ball with a handle you straddled? One quick superglue attachment.....and you actually COULD!

I've already tossed all the couch cushions on the floor, I figure I'll tackle him when he comes in the door tonight. But damnit, I want SPRINGS. Ah well....next apartment, I get to choose the mattress...woohoo!