Proof That Ikea is Really Just Messing With Us

If you are anything like me, you probably have a love/hate relationship with Ikea. I, for instance, love the fact that their crap is so cheap, but I hate the fact that within days of purchase (okay, sometimes longer...let's say weeks), I inevitably become increasingly suspicious that the cheap crap that I bought is, in fact, made out of actual crap. I adore their home goods section, and I marvel as to how they can sell, like, 73 swedish meatballs for 99 cents. But the one thing I absolutely cannot abide is their product names. I know I know, they're trying to be all quirky and whatnot, but sometimes...well, I'll just let...this speak for itself. (I must give credit to the always hysterical Potes at Television Without Pity for coming across it.) Really, Ikea? This particular conglomeration of letters you chose here just "happened" to spell what it does? Well played, Ikea; for I must admit, I covet this lamp. Not because of its striking good looks (because it is actually wretchedly ugly), but so that when people come over, I can point out to them the glorious majesty that is...the one and only "Farty G" lamp.