No reason to ever leave your den again. Especially if you have access to colostomy bags and/or the employ of a personal nurse.
The details on the bar (via Gizmodo) are a little fuzzy, but so is my mind’s eye because of the tidal flood of endorphins bombarding my psyche at the thought of so great living room as this.
Living room is wrong. Maybe “Room for Living,” or something a little more grand. How about the Lesiureseum, or the Pleasuretorium? I’m actually leaving work right now to begin construction for my own version which I will happily dedicate 70% of my crappy studio too.