The desk in my bedroom sucks the big ass.
The lunatic that "designed" it made the bizarre decision to give it two legs, so if you try to use an eraser or you bump it slightly, it will wobble back and forth like a fuck and shit will slide around and fall onto the floor.
A plastic container just fell onto the fucking floor, and it made a massive BANG sound as it did so, I almost shit myself.
A bunch of small pieces chipped off too, so now I have all these transparent shards of sharp plastic on the floor.
Given the chance, I would sell this waste of money shit arse desk and buy a new one, but thanks to [current situation], I can't.