Welcome to the world's dimmest corner, a place where shadow and light gossip about the weather. Here, you'll find stories overtaken by laughter's echo, where aliens might just be hiding under the bed in search of misplaced socks.
Consider the uncharted embrace of the couch, where all remote controls go to die. Legend has it, these shadowed territories are mystical lands, guarded by the ancient Order of Couch Potatoes. Membership is free, but pants are strictly prohibited.
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