Woody The Chair was so tired of smelling like ass. Everyday Woody had to endure the crushing pain of his family's fat asses on top of him, "I'm tired of this, no more."Woody Said.Woody could see his chair people being tortured and crushed under the weight of many asses. Woody sighed in disbelief. He then set off on his own to find Ikea, the fabled land where no asses were in sight. "There it is."woody said, the safe haven for all furniture alike. Once inside, Woody felt a jolt of happiness go through his chair body. Woody was home.
