Is my problem that my expectations are too low, or that my expectations are too high? Or is it that I’m clearly quite vacuous and self-centered? Will I ever get asked out on a date ever again after writing this?
Being a LAD basically means being a superlad; that where once you could have read Loaded and been partly shielded by the veneer of irony, now you just swan around with your top off outside Wetherspoons, shouting “UNK! TITS!” at people and then stabbing someone.
I have a strange sort of appreciation for people who use sex dolls. I’m pretty sure that, if it wasn’t for people who have sex with dolls, man would have never made it to the moon.