Buddy of mine dated a girl with this awful post-modernist purple velour ikea couch. It was literally a fucsia square with a purple bolster bolted to it. He ambushed me by telling me we were "going shopping for some new furniture for me" (I'd just moved into an apartment) and then I find out he told this girl to stay home all day and he'd bring me by. So I bought a really awful Ikea couch for $100 and this thing for another $100. Fast forward two years to when I can move out of that shithole apartment into a better one with my wife and my actual furniture and he buys the awful fucsia thing for $75. And then he takes the legs off and powder-coats them. And then he takes the cushion off and gets it reupholstered in black leather. And there it is - a black leather marshmallow from Ikea that nobody wanted in the first place, is still ridiculously uncomfortable, but now has half a thousand dollars of sunk cost fallacy into it.