The Continuing Saga Of Rodney's Rodneys

Rodney Rodneys was a sad 8 year old wot still used a bumbo chair.   When , one day,.....
 

But, as the dreadful and depressing Rodney Rodneys was quick to realize, it had been but a dream as the long,long night before he had fallen asleep reading Ambrose Bierce's short story, Occurence at Owl Creek Bridge.

These adult magazines were filled with coupons and deal listings of tasteless furniture from IKEA, his mind could not comprehend why any adult would read these magazines. Rodney began his search for the greatest, yet affordable furniture from that day on.

While building a stool to sit on while playing guitar, because 'tis the only way to play guitar, he stumbled on a small termite. Rodney instantly befriended this termite and pondered on their future lives together.

"We shall make a pwog concept lp on the theme of furniture!",   exclaimed the (oddly) exhuberant Rodney to his new friend whom he had named Gregor Samsa-Cygnus.

Samsa-Cygnus made a small moue of disapproval to which Rodney responded, " But many a pwog band has extolled furniture in the past- think of Renaissance"Carpet of the Sun",Genesis "Musical Box",Kansas "Lamplight Symphony " & "Closet Chronicles",Hawkwind "Comfy Chair",FM "sofa Back", Procol "TV Ceasar"!

Feel free to continue with the saga.  Please restrict to max of two/three sentences per post.

"Good grease-matty-haired,balding Sir! It has just been brought to my understanding the true import of these adult magazines which your emporium doth proffer the public - and I am of mind to purchase more of these piccy books, especially those in which the rubbing of body parts along with exclaimations of "Frabjous Joy!" are made prominent."

Spunky rarely spoke on account of all seven shades of speech being beat out of him by repeated violent cycle-bouts of prolonged buggery endured when still a child.

And not even momentarily because to Rodney Rodney's sensibilities sports and sportstalk were for stadia-ized lowclass chaff born of booze, licking lead paint, degrees in spraying supermarket vegetables and contraception that somehow went awry.
Our lad Rodney was fully aware that such "humanity" went hand-in-hand with being so azoic on the culture front as to believe in the merits of a Canadian crapband called Rush - also stadia fodder.

Rodney and one Gerald Bostock were the only males in the otherwise all-female (Japanese school girls in strikingly amoral black & white uniform - because that is the way the schoolmistresses desired it.)....err, school.