This actually f^#%in' happened by the way. Friggen chair-boners...
Sure, it wasn't THAT big, however the chair actually had a robo-jimmy that convulsed with steel lust for my...well y'know...
Shortly after my exclamation we were led out of the store. If they didn't want me to yell then they shouldn't sell chairs that cram stuff where they shouldn't belong! AND sell them for $10,000. Maybe alot of their customers like expensive "Surprise-Buttsex devices". I still think the whole lot of 'em are douchbags.
My brother actually bought Counter Strike for the original
ox. Its such a piece of crap that it attracts flies. Lo and Behold! I told him. Stupid dickhead.
Well enjoy my second strip in this comic that I have yet to actually name
