I answer with this a lot on Lemmy but House of Leaves. That fucking book. Everyone should read it once. If you read it multiple times you are a crazy person, and if you are not: trying to understand it will MAKE you a crazy person.

You mean I could have a robot mop my kitchen in the nude?!

So that’s what the kids are calling it these days.

Couch with high arm rest, firm pad underneath.

Hey, this one is too wholesome. These are supposed to make you feel like shit no matter what your virtues are, I protest!

Well it IS verbal wildfire.

I do like the joke of being able to do cross generational references with “68 ± 1”.

So many things. The one that gets used the most is a laundry basket which still has the old orange “Spags” price sticker on it. I miss Spags…

Oh God please tell me I’m one of them.

HeartyChuckle#7

How are those breathing exercises I have to assume your therapist suggested going?

Oh my yes!

I also picture myself getting assfucked by my sexbot while roleplaying as John Connor.

How’s this:

It’s not arguing, it’s explaining to them why they’re wrong. It’s a public service, really.

They’re not meaningless. You get badges. BADGES!

Redundant, my ass already sounds like a clarinet.

Proper stretching is important no matter what the sexual preference.

Because they’re easier to have sex on without falling over?

All due respect to the serious question herein, but the joke I like to make in this situation is to say I’m trisexual: I’ll try anything!