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let me tell u a story of satan's pool table. my family bought a pool table which i was really excited about. my dad and i discovered it was a bowed table. yeah that sucked. so we finally get around to taking it apart and returning it. the box is totally messed up. we didn't think we'd actually return it so we treated the box like crap. we put it in the box and tape the hell out of it. it looked like a mummy. now the greatest challenge, getting it out of my basement. yeah this thing weighs about 400 fucking pounds. so getting it up stairs was really fun. the thing just refused to go up the stairs. we tried so many stupid manuevers and it just wouldn't move. i just got annoyed at that point. i just started pushing the damn thin all the way. yeah safe to say moving really isn't high on my to-do list today. then putting it on our car was even more fun. 6 feet high, just a straight lift to get it on. we start to lift and crap starts coming out the box. we pick everything up and go for attemp two. "Hey maybe if we can angle it we can get it up there easier." my idea of course. my dad angles it i start to lift and it falls. i thought i crushed my father. he was ok, so my turn to angle it. oops! it fell on me. i'm ok to... well i'm not any worse than i was. we tried it one more time got it on. yeah we take it to the store the assholes didn't even bother to take it off our car. this was my saturday. it took all day. real fun huh.