I know we’ve all become lazy housebound sods who can’t be bothered to put on pants during the pandemic, but this?

This is a bridge too far.

The day I’m too lazy to stir my own pan you have permission to slit my throat, fill it with kale and put me out of my misery.

And while I’m all for cocktails?

I have absolutely no intention of sharing my margaritas with llamas.

Nope.

Not happening.

Oh, yeah.

Kitty Hitler looks positively thrilled.

Let’s ponder this for a moment.

Someone thought about, invented, pitched, found investment capital and marketed….. a hammock for fish.

Is this a great country or what!

And finally…. when your dog no longer needs his collar of shame?

Viola!

You can re-purpose it in the kitchen.

You’re welcome.