IKEA IKEA IKEA, HOORAY
More shenanegins in my favourite place outside of Sweden.
I will, Lady in the TV. I will.
No toilet paper? What would MacGuyver do?!
Mirror shot that doesn't make it look like we're in a mirror. Weird.
A sippy cup and an oven mitt.
Yeah, I don't know either.
They like labelling things, no matter how random they are.
Reggie enjoys some quiet time in her fake office.
An abundance of orange! I approve.
Oh snap, how'd that crocodile get in there?
I think "supple" is a funny word.
McConnell passes on the torch and lets Reggie sit in the egg chair.
You've gotta have a tea party when you're in IKEA. It's just the thing to do.
Keith is having a blurry good time in that chair..
In her house, Reggie has one rule. And I am breaking it.
This is what McConnell's grocery list would look like.
Actually, it'd probably just say, "Ketchup, ketchup...more ketchup."
McConnell told Keith to get behind the sewing machine.
Then I made an inappropriate sweatshop joke. She never thought of that. Sure.
Check out my pussy!.........cat.
I am immature. I admit it.
IKEA is all about the safety so you can come back and spend more money
on stuff you don't really need.
NooOOOooOOOoo!
This picture makes me laugh.
That's right, IKEA guards you from Peeping Toms.
Why buy an expensive chandelier when you can get one for less than $30?
I spy with my little eye....booooobs.
I will EAT YOUR SOUL. Or live in your closet. Whichever.
Synchronized hand washing is NOT an Olympic sport. To that I say, WHY?
Dr. Reggie has found the perfect pillow!
Keith steps into the orange world of IMAGINATION.
This bedspread is meant for a little kid, but I really liked it.
Don't use your kids as ingredients!...wait, am I reading that wrong?