For years I've heard that those booby mousepads are actually really good for a person with carpal tunnel syndrome but didn't decide to test that knowledge because I don't want to buy a booby mousepad that would make me some sort of sex pervert, I was raised Catholic I'm a good boy not a sex pervert. But earlier this year I bought a Gigan body pillow as a joke only to find out body pillows are actually really comfortable sleep aids, so... so I bought one... I bought a booby mousepad.
...and my wrist feels so much better when I'm using it.
How many other comforts and aids have I forsaken because they're embarrassingly horny? How many discomforts have I endured purely out of a societal shame about expressing anything sexual? This world is fucked man.
its amazing that after months of people trying to hype new netflix shows only to see them cancelled after one season because they didnt squid game-level pop off, after netflix personally fucking over every animator that's ever worked for them, after netflix trying to squeeze blood from stones by tracking your location to stop password sharing, after hbo burned its entire library for tax purposes, everyone just decided that chatgpt is the main antagonist of the writers strike