It automatically photocopies the ass of whoever rests their tush on the seat, and a built-in printer whips out the booty pic.
Am I dense? What am I missing here? Is there suddenly something wrong with the old-fashioned method of carefully hoisting your cheeks up onto the big office photocopier?
And what kind of trouble would you get in if a kid sat in your iBum chair? Too many questions, not enough answers.
I do believe that I have reached a pinnacle in my life. I have created a blog that can be found with any of the following search terms:
- "m 16 bacon"
- "cholla eyebrows"
- "labia in the sun"
- "geordi banana clip"
- "tattooed mustache"
- "fisher-price roller skates"
- "how to make a meat house"
Yes, my friends... all of these amazing things have painstakingly been compiled in one location for your enjoyment by none other than yours truly. My life has meaning.
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