Friday, May 19, 2017

Robo Romeo

A friend of mine recently enlightened me about a product available via an advanced robotic sex doll company.  This is precisely the moment when I should have immediately faked a medical emergency.*
 *stupid legal team note: (we would publish the site name but I'm not interested in receiving another cease and desist decree associated with an article...or a sex doll company)
    For those who are unfamiliar,  quite realistic "Design your own robotic sex dolls" are available for about $6k...with jaw dropping detail.  Literally.
    As I recall, the first thing that came to mind was...It's time for me to find new friends.
    My buddy proudly demonstrated a "special" feature on this highly impressive site (Pronounced: It puts the lotion in the basket) where customers may choose a desired, uh, vagi..., uh, girl parts, um, really great body part associated with the third base part of a very good date night.  This is absolutely drenched with suspicion that my friend might, in fact, have dead bodies in his crawlspace.
    For the record, the sexbot was quite attractive-- and because of that, I immediately became so ashamed to the point that I wanted to kill myself.
   I'm kidding of course; I would never kill myself...the escalated crime rate in New Orleans will sort that out for me.
     I read a fascinating interview with the engineer who revolutionized this dwelling in his parents basement technology.  I also learned that he personally owns SEVERAL of the robot girls himself.  Robotic polygamy??? Utah...I'm looking to your general direction. Your prayers have finally been answered!
    While I have no doubt that robotic sex dolls fill an important societal void, more so than, say, cancer research, figuring out how to install my new deadbolt lock or how to keep the earth from spontaneously exploding, I'm concerned that robotics are taking over.  First McDonald's now the bedroom?
    Call me old fashioned but what's gonna happen to the girls who work tirelessly filling the void at those phone sex places that we see advertised at 4am?  These girls "stimulate" the economy--Making America Happy-ending Again-- I feel bad for them.
   Just remember, technology is costing jobs for these sexy young women like Leeza, Kylie, Kia, Sierra, Siena, Hundai and Ford F150.

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Monday, May 15, 2017

OMG...WTF. oh, ok

Spoiler alert: there are several inappropriate words contained within this article, such as: Michelob Ultra Amber, Fat Free Sour Cream, Olive Garden, Nancy Pelosi, Goddammit and txt abbreviations.
     When did we, as an intelligent society, begin speaking in social media/Smartphone textese?  (Donald Trump doesn't count)  SAD!
     Based on observation, here's how I visualize wedding vows being read ten years from now:

"O.M.G. ILY b/c ur my bff. Tnt I wnt u2 fmticws."
    English​ Lit professors globally are likely weeping.
   Because I'm a gentleman, I'll only translate​ a small portion from the above nuptial: "...Till I can't walk straight."  u figure out the rest.
    While waiting for the streetcar today I overheard a young woman on the phone talking with a friend who apparently is on holiday in Mexico...Which is Great Britain slang for vacation because the British always have to make up their own words.
    I suppose this girl's Mexico trip is smart timing    before the wall goes up-- resulting in a greatly lowered talent pool in Major League Baseball and everyone paying $570 per ounce for avocado, roma tomatoes and cocaine in the U.S .  
    Save your hate mail Sean Hannity fans...I'm not xenophobic...and I'm a big fan of expert drywall hanging and landscaping.
     Specifically, here's the one sided chit chat that caught my ear at the streetcar stop this morning:
    " is Mexico girl? I am soooo JEL...O.M.G!"
    First of all, anyone who consciously verbalizes "omg" should be immediately restricted from breathing air that's meant for important things...such as blowing leaves off my sidewalk.
    I truly tried to hold a stoic face while eavesdropping on this young woman's phone call but, I suspect that I wore a facial expression as that of a hostage release victim in North Korea after drinking piss and eating my own shit for 945 days.
    I'm not a grumpy man (meaning that I am) but I'm reasonably certain that (irl) we're not relegated to 140 characters when speaking...if wishing only made it so now that I think about it.
    At the risk of sounding like my late father, and I am NOT afraid of sounding like a functional alcoholic, I'm uneasy about young people speaking and behaving in today's breezy demeanor-- like they're auditioning for one of those late night commercials-- The Ads that air between rerun episodes of Cheers and Frasier, filled with young, half naked women with captioning that reads:

"Lonely? We will fu@k you tonight...and steal your" (coy giggles)
    Dad taught me the most important things as a kid...such as: "We can make it to the next exit in 300 miles without a restroom break."  He also taught me, at age 9 after a visit to the bar, "Your mother doesn't need to know about this." I'm fairly certain that I was a child abuse victim now that I think about it.
    With that, I strongly encourage you to pick one person on (ur frnd) list and make dinner and drink plans w/ might be nice to actually meet someone irl...before being "unfriended."

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