Since most threads are now started/bumped by Little Red Wagon, I thought I'd create a silly thread.

I'd love to know where this Hooters restaurant is.. I've always been .. disappointed in the wait-staff, for the few I've visited..

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I have exchanged physical pornography (as opposed to via the Internet) with people during my lifetime. It's not that much different.
 
Really contemplate what would happen if you were to throw up on someone in your life with whom you have been annoyed. It's especially disgusting throw up it's seafood.
 
I think I post about throw up more than I otherwise would because I find the written phrase throw up funny enough all on it own that it can help an otherwise unremarkable post. If I could say ***** in my head then many of these would never get off the ground.
 
Japan may think this will help with their low birth rate:

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But, it won't. Because due to SM and dating apps, women are drowning in attention and validation .. and end up on the top floor of The Husband Store:

A store that sells new husbands has opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates:

You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights. The shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but cannot go back down except to exit the building!

So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads:

Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs.

She is intrigued, but continues to the second floor, where the sign reads:

Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love ****.

"That's nice," she thinks, "but I want more."

So she continues upward. The third floor sign reads:

Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love ****, and are Extremely Good Looking.

"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love ****, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help With Housework.

"Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"

Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love ****, are Drop- dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.

She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where the sign reads:

Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.
 
What do the men love? I genuinely can't figure it out from the context. Is it cats?

Edit: Clearly it is not cats.
 
I think Yak wants to know what The Wife Store is like? Here's that summary:

To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opened a New Wives Store just across the street.

The first floor has wives that love sex.

The second floor has wives that love sex and have money and like b33r.

The third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors have never been visited.
 
I googled the joke - it's k i d s. The men are open to procreation with the women.
 
Without having had therapy, I do not have the emotional self awareness to know why I have never gotten therapy.
 
That one is deep and introspective. Last night I was talking about about throw up.
 
The AI thing I talk to links to past conversations through headings on the left side of the screen. The AI basically assigns a title to each conversation based on what it was about and I hade asked for statistics on which gender generally wants ******** in a heterosexual relationship - the man or the woman. The AI titled this conversation "Desire for ********" and that gave me a bit of start when I saw it some time later.
 
I am being followed by a 20 minute old account.

Hello there. Whether our journey together lasts for years or just one day, I can't tell you how excited I am to take this first step with you.
 
Are people morally responsible for views expressed by their hallucinations? Moments ago, I saw a cat walk into this room. It called me a homophobic slur, turned on its heel and walked out right back out. I know it wasn't real because I don't have a cat.
 
People always say to me "If you didn't have to work you would just stay home and just stay home and use ***** until you die."
The Yak: Yes, I like using ***** and it will make the intervening years until my death more pleasant if I am under their influence.
People: You're not reaching your potential by getting high alone all the time.
The Yak: Here give you your phone number I will send you a picture of my penis.
 
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