In France, a woman has revealed she is in love with a robot and determined to marry it.
Perfect. I can’t wait until she finds an offended gay bakery and makes them do the wedding cake.
In France, a woman has revealed she is in love with a robot and determined to marry it.
Perfect. I can’t wait until she finds an offended gay bakery and makes them do the wedding cake.
I guess she found Rosie riveting? It takes two to Roomba.
Riveter? I don’t even know her.
Robosexuals
“Now get my lawyer: we’re heading to g-d Radio Shack to make them bake me a g-d wedding cake!”
Uh-oh. If Elizabeth Warren hears about this, she’ll claim one of her parents was a robot, just to get the electronic voting machines to vote for her.
Wonder who’ll be the automaton of honor?
Who brought the wedding bandwith?
They had to move in together; the long-distance relationship wasn’t working out, due to interference.
Ceremony to be held in the Wee Kirk o’ the Creator.
Some screen old, some screen new, some screen borrowed, and some screen blue.
The computer views the human as a bit of a Zero, and remembers the One that got away.
I’m not optimistic. They already have a registry, but one of them is a user.
Relegate this post to the re-pun-sitory… with extra bacon! 🙂
Domo origato. Mr. Vibroboto
Jees, spell chk changed it to demo oregano.
That shouldn’t happen again. As F. Scott Fitzgerald said, “There are no second hacks in American lives.”
Just goes to prove chicks will marry anything with a French accent.
It to her: “Voulez-vous cache avec moi?”
An ounce of prevention: http://www.air-quality-eng.com/applications/air-cleaners-for-welding/?gclid=CMCPpO7qu9ECFQ6BswodYCQPrg
(I was going to be fancy and find an article on Brittanica, but that ad showed up before I could get past the tropical diseases.)