Hand Me a Cold One

parking my dairy air in my chair i couldn help but hear a scream of fear. as i ignored it and poppin the top on my ice cold beer once again i hear. i stand to confirm almost spillin my beer to discover what's under my rear. my chair of course but somethin i have come to realize and to fear. i discovered what i heard it seems absurd so i call my wife to hear. my chair spoke askin for a beer before i go to park my rear.