me: hey remember that time in like 8th grade where we took a field trip to some old money Philly foundation where we were herded into an auditorium for a light-up animatronic gynoid to tell us about birth control?
did you get the transparent one? because damn all I took away from that experience is that intestines are gross
those guts are made for rearrangin’
I guess at least they didn’t make the glass robots fuck
oh god I found it oh christ it’s worse than I remembered
please elaborate?????
“And these::they light up blinking red:: are my breasts, which produce milk for babies”. A crowd of middle schoolers, who would develop inside jokes about it for years. Imagine.
