So my dad works at a Casino. Well, they had this TV getting set to be thrown out, because why? The screen was scratched. Wasteful. Anyway, My father was given permission to take this monstrosity (And I mean this literally) home. This thing is so big, that my father had to "Hillbilly rig" the door shut with rope so that he could fit it in AND drive home. Hilarious, but I imagine he was a tad embaressed.

Either way, HOLY BALLS. My arms ache from lugging this fucker inside. This is it, on it's back, sitting on top of my brother's bed. That mattress is FULL SIZED, goddammit. It's almost as big as a fucking DOOR.

So the next question is... where the fuck are we gonna put it? The entertainment center is one of those Wal*mart stock pieces of furniture. It can't hand this. And this thing is fucking HEAVY. Like... We should have had a third person helping. I'm surprised my dad didn't shoot a vertebrate out of his surgery scar.

Ugh... I'm tempted to sneak in, plug it in, and see what my Wii looks like on it, but at the same time, the wiring in this house is old... just turning it on might make our fusebox explode.. o.o You can say EnergyStar Compliant all you want, but when it's a TV as big as a BED, that's it, game over.