The year is 2045. Your wife has left you for a young buck who can drill her in ways that you’d never dream of. She has taken half of your shit, and you really don’t want to start dating again. The answer? A robotic girlfriend. We did this awhile back, and also discussed why women fear the robotic revolution. Both times people seemed to like it. I’m glad I’m not the only one who will be purchasing a walking rubber pussy. Fist bumps? Some of these are NSFW – this is your only warning.
Posted November 27th, 2012 at 12:00 pm by Jason