Having Normal Thoughts About The Way You Have To Pump A Hand Soap Dispenser To Get Any To Dribble Out

having normal thoughts about the way you have to pump a hand soap dispenser to get any to dribble out when it's nearly empty

Continuing to think of doll x robot combo ideas. Girl who's not clockwork powered or anything but has a wind up key that determines her processor clock speed based on how much power is left in the mainspring. High tech e-ink eyes on a pristine porcelain face. Hydraulic pistons driving clockwork fingers. God I wish.

There's something quite charming about relatively small objects that are way heavier than they look. ooohh you're one dense little freak aren't you

i need to become more robot-pilled. for my mental health.

messed up to prefer semi-automatic rifles over bolt-action. like. grow up. what, are you mad about cycling the ammo by deftly and lovingly pulling on your rifle's... no i shant say it. but you need to grow up. do you feel threatened by her? you want her to censor herself? you don't want to see her thing, you dont want to touch it and pull it and tug on it? and you dont want to top the chamber off to make sure youre ready to take the next shot? you dont want to see her like this, to hear the sound? once again... grow up. let her speak. think about it. really thinjk about it then get back to me.

nuts

bolts, even

she really just nutted on me and bolted smdh have some manners