I would just once like to feel as powerful as a toddler throwing their sippy cup whilst sitting atop their high chair.

Drinking coffee because throwing chairs at people is frowned upon.

In a massage chair at the mall just moaning really loud.

Imagine hating me and im just at my desk spinning reeaaally fast in my office chair.

It’s okay, wobbly chair, I’m unstable too.

I thrive in a waiting room. You need me to sit in a chair and look at my phone? No worries, love, I do this at home.

But if i put my laundry away, the laundry chair will be out of a job.

You can recognize working-class kids by the fact that they hang their jacket over the chair in the restaurant and not on the coat hook.

I’m not climbing a hill if I’m dying. That sounds terrible. I’ll die on this chair. Drinking orange Fanta.

Me at a nightclub: Where are the chairs?

An electric car is just another electric chair.

I hate when my cat runs into my bedroom and hisses at an empty chair, then runs back out again; and I then have to fall asleep holding a crucifix.

I have almost 100,000 miles on my office chair. So I got that going for me.

An escape room, but it’s a bean bag chair in a hammock on a water bed in a bouncy house and you’re over 40. Good luck!

Sometimes the best thing about my job is that my chair turns.

People always ask me why there’s a chair in my shower. Who the hell eats breakfast standing up?

“Why does my back always hurt?”, I say, while never sitting upright in a chair.

One minute you’re young and fun and the next, you need a tow out of a beanbag chair.

I miss the good ol’ days until I remember things like having to get out of my chair and smack the TV to get a clearer picture.

It’s comical when I lean back in my chair only to realize it’s a stool.