My goodness. Please, read the above article. I found it hilarious, then batshit insane, then hilarious again. Then sad. Then hilarious once more. Dude married his sex doll.
Here. If a picture is worth a thousand words, then at least 500 of the ones that aren't "What" "The" or "Fuck" are probably variants on "Oh, well, this explains a lot."
Please take a moment, have an anti-emetic, and go Purell your hands. I promise it will help. Best I can do, as they don't make Purell for the mind... well, Jack Daniels will do fine there, I guess.
Well, on the off chance you're a bleeding heart who thinks I'm a dick for poking fun at a 'free spirit' or 'troubled person' (or as we call them at home "fuckin' weeihd"), or for anyone who thinks I'm just being a dick and a bully, I'll open up my heart and say that I understand this guy. Not at the point where I'm going to get a boner for the furniture, you understand, but I've had a deep and abiding affection for my first sex toy, too. We've worked together, vacationed together, and had our ups and downs, but she's always been there for me, and in 25 years, never has said no to me yet.
I even put a ring on her.
Thanks, and have a good night. Don't forget to tip your waitress!
I am Paul B, and I spend most of my life at sea. Ships, Science, the life of a mariner, biology and (mostly) true stories of life among the best and the worst people in the world, the United States Merchant Marines. You'll find it here, maybe. You'll definitely find rants, raves and discussion on life aboard a merchant ship. Come back and see the Brazilian girls, too, who show up fairly regularly.