"He hath borne me on his back a thousand times"

It's a sad time when a man loses something he's known loger than most of his friends but today on Satuday, June 16 my chair finally decided to die. I had owned this chair since 2003 and it had seen me though the best of times and the worst of times and now he is dead. I'm reminded of a line from Hamlet..

"Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now?"

Anyways this puts me at a conundrum I could go out an buy a cheap chair and go through them like some sort of chairslut or I could wait this would mean I'd have a hell of a time painting,blogging and videogaming. So I have set up a donation box in the top right you don't have to donate much or at all but if enough people do I can get a new chair and any left over from donations I'll donate to my local SPCA.

Thanks
Daniel "IAINTGOTNOCHAIR' Linder