[alt text: an illustration of a blond woman holding a person that is touching her face, but this second “person” has been cut out of the illustration and filled in with a blue-ish space pattern. There is text that says, “This is the kind of relationship women want. Not one based on money, or looks, but instead between her and a guy, filled with space juice. Not like a guy with blue skin but the guy has clear skin, and the space juice is inside the skin.”]
Reading the alt-text one might imagine a well-filled used condom of an especially fine latex.
Which isn’t inaccurate, but now imagine the above gazing at a girl the second Terminator right before it spears Conor’s foster mother right through her eyesocket.
weird flex but ok
It is 1998. I am listening to Eiffel 65.