Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by Smuel, May 3, 2012.
Don't worry, I never need assistance.
Don't worry, that will change as you get older.
Am I the only one who finds the below picture, courtesy of terra-arcanum's illustrious adverts, perversely erotic:
Don't tell me you don't want a crusty, moldy slice of that - right? Right?!?*
*Seriously though, I think that's bordering on NSFW if a college was wandering past your computer.
You're not alone in thinking it perverse, though you may be alone in finding it erotic. Then again, you may not; I can't speak for certain other members of the House (you know who you are).
Nay, only Blowjobbo is into that kind of odd eroticism, but then again, there's still chances that someone else is as extravagant in their ways to be aroused.
(If it was not clear, I meant Smuel)
Oh, by the way, I'm back from apathy!
Blowjobbo? As in blow for the unemployed? Or simply a sexified version of Jojobobo? I prefer Jojoblow in that case.
Oh, and good for you!
Edit: Seriously, what is that?
All of those ads have some strangely sexualized imagery to them to keep your attention on the ad for longer periods of time. The longer you look at an ad, the more likely you are to check it out.
I'm pretty sure that image is a yamgina. I've seen bread butt* with a nice egg wash, and I've seen a carrot that looks substantially endowed.
*Immediately after posting this comment, bread butt appeared.
I think the mold is putting me off a bit.
You're right, I probably will check it out. After all, it looks cheaper than a fleshlight.
Maybe I will make $486 a day working from home.
I don't think it's possible for Jojobobo to be any sexier.
Ahoy there sailor! Good morning to you.
I should come here more often.
Good middle of the night.
You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave!
Good one hour to midnight.
Thought I'm guilty for abandoning the House for weeks/months, I'm always glad that whenever I return, I can see its heart beating still. Life is still here, all is well.
A sign of a good night this is, indeed.
I'd like to think, that with high enough Science, someone in the Mojave Wasteland will still be able to hack themselves into this place on a computer that is strangely functional despite having sat in some derelict building for 200 years following a global thermonuclear apocalypse.
At the very least, he'll be listening to some quality music while at it.
It is still a good late evening. Therefore, good late evening.
I've been playing New Vegas again for about the past week. I have Veronica tagging along with me, equipped with elite riot gear, a gatling laser, and a few thousand electron charge packs, so I needn't worry about firing my own weapon at anything less formidable than a pack of ravenous deathclaws. She takes care of the riffraff while I root around in old toolboxes, searching for cans of turpentine to feed my turbo addiction.
Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling turpentine!
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