Adventures in Craig's List

I have gotten 5 emails from people telling me how funny my craig's list ad was...but not one person actually wanted to buy my damn couch! I also updated the ad to say "text with questions about the couch only" because people were texting me...but not about the couch.
Here's the ad. Seriously, let me know if you want to buy my awesome brown couch. It's totally not disgusting.

GOOD USED COUCH FROM NON-DISGUSTING PREVIOUS OWNER - $275 (Oak Cliff)

Date: 2011-03-27, 6:42PM CDT
Reply to: sale-ykfvb-2290121083@craigslist.org ^{[Errors when replying to ads?]}

Do you want a used couch that isn't totally freaking disgusting? do you need to save money on a couch but don't want to buy something that is riddled with someone else's germs, spills, secretions, and un-lint-rollable pet hair? LOOK NO FURTHER! I have the couch for you! I am a completely normal person who used the couch for occasional sitting. And when I say occasional, I mean that! I do not even own a television so no one has parked their butt on it for 12 hours straight eating lord knows what and getting gross crumbs all over.

This couch has NEVER been used for, ahem, escapades of an "intimate" nature. That's what the bedroom is for, not the awesome brown couch you see below! Rest assured that if your budget is tight and you want a nice couch from a non freaky environment THIS COUCH IS FOR YOU.

About the couch:

Brown Micro fiber couch, classic/modern look. Less than a year old, from non smoking house with no stains. Two matching throw pillows. Cushions are attached at the back.

Dimensions (to the best of my tape measuring ability)
86 inches wide
36 inches deep (from wall to front edge of couch)
31 inches tall (floor to top of back cushions)

About the previous owner:
Professional, non-weirdo who likes this clean couch but does not need it. I'm a corgi-mix owner (you can see him in the lower right corner of one of the photos) There is a pet couch cover not pictured here, so it's been kept clean of pet schmutz and fur.

text with questions about the couch only.
123-456-7890

*NUMBER REMOVED BECAUSE I SERIOUSLY JUST WANT TO SELL THE COUCH.
Leave a comment if you want it! Dallas, TX only. Or...shipping on your dime! :)

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