I’m planning to save money on Christmas gifts this year by wrapping up all the toys my toddler dropped behind the couch.

You want to go out in the sun and then you can’t get the couch through the door.

Rich people don’t put their couches against their wall. I moved my couch into the middle of the floor and still haven’t gotten rich. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong here.

If I’d married a wealthier man, I’d be lying on a fancier couch right now refusing to clean bigger rooms.

Whoever’s been in charge of the weather for the last few weeks seems to have fallen asleep on the couch with the remote control in their hand.

If stores want to accurately display clothes for people over 40, the mannequins should be laying on a couch.

If you lift the cat off the couch and it sounds like Velcro, then it didn’t want to leave.

I told my wife the laundry on the couch ain’t gonna fold itself, so if y’all don’t hear from me later, she probably folded me like an omelet.

Remember when you were a kid, you slept on the couch and without saying anything you found yourself in your bed. Now you sleep in your bed and if you say anything, you end up on the couch.

I was gonna get on the treadmill, but then the couch will get sad.

Not all works of art are in a museum. I, for example, am lying on the couch at home.

I made coffee and carried it to the couch. I’ve done everything I had planned for this Sunday.

I like to push myself out of my comfort zone by sometimes sitting on the other end of my sofa.

30s: Oh look, a dance floor! 50s: Oh look, a couch!

I made a clone of myself to do the dishes, another to do the laundry, and another to do the cooking, but we’re all sitting on the couch watching TV.

You don’t scare me. You’re not the evil eye I get from my dog when I make him get up from the couch so I can lay down.

I’ll call it a smartphone when I yell “Where’s my phone?” and it yells back “Down here in the couch cushions!”

Why does tiredness on the couch not follow me to the bed?

I hate having a messy house. Not enough to actually clean it, but enough to give it a disgusted stare while I peacefully relax on the couch.

When Dr. Seuss wrote, β€œOh, The Places You’ll Go,” he did not consider how comfortable my couch would be.