In case you thought I was dead, I'm not. Just pregnant. And crabby. In that "Everyone is STUPID. I hate EVERYTHING!" way. And I didn't want to subject you to that abuse, gentle reader.
But I feel compelled to subject you to this!:
Because it is so weird, and SO gross, and so mystifying as to just, well, why??!
In the words of my esteemed colleague, Noelle:
"That...I don't even... what? Why. Why? Oo baby. I'm gonna waggle your tongue with a straw. AGH. I CAN'T BELIEVE I SAID THAT! I grossed myself out! This is why robots don't make out. Good grief, Japan. Too far. You have to blog about this. Even though it hurts my erotic sensibilities."
And now I have, and you feel weird and gross too. And I feel better, because I'm mean like that.
You'll be OK though, I'll give you a recovery tip: eat something minty or stawberryish, and go find somebody you can kiss for for reals, and then kiss them. They will be surprised and happy, and you can both be grateful that nobody is waggling any body's tongue with a straw.
That's just--- odd.... I'd love to be a fly on the wall in the conference room of that pitch meeting.
ReplyDeleteCongrats Molli! I didn't know you were pregnant! You'll be such an awesome mom!
Gross. I understand that they wish to help long distance relationships, but it's there a better way than making out with robots? Things are just going to the dogs these days. People and their crazy gadgets and idiot things that get bought by other crazy people.
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