Once, not too long ago, when the world thought it could finally no longer support any more funk-nasty, the gods kindly intervened on our behalf. From high on Zorch Mountain, ZorchPanda (Disco-Nasty), in his infinite wisdom, exerted some fly influence upon the world.
ZorchPanda borrowed an outrageous bolt of disco and struck a gross pink couch, the site of incessant and filthy girl on girl action over the years. Immolating it in the all-consumning might of Zorch-Panda, like a Disco Phoenix, CouchFire rose from the sexy ashes. Birthed from pure electricity, purified with the sweat of drunk ass skanks, CouchFire is a force that will permeate party pants with that disco-steez. He will leave you trembling, uniquely aroused, and possibly pregnant; the inscrutable secrets of the funky-funky will suddenly become as obvious as cheap champagne.
