Sunday, September 29, 2013

An exhaustive mental catalog of pulp SF cover art is nothing to be proud of

Still, when people at other blogs witter on about men called Legion trying to acquire sexy robot partners, I have no alternative but to draw upon it.

Austin Man Seeks Sex Robot for Childless Marriage*. No Fatties.



Mr Legion? Your mail-order robot wife has arrived!

6 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

She's got LEGS!

And she knows how to use them...
~

mikey said...

Wow. Good thing the original builders knew that someday an eighteen foot tall robot was going to need to come crashing through the door and built it tall enough to accommodate said 'bot.

Do you suppose we have architects here on this planet, alive or un-dead, who think that far ahead?

Smut Clyde said...

Such hypothetical architects all seem to otherwise occupied with setting up blogs and then getting bored with them.

Substance McGravitas said...

Ordering the radioactive wife seems like a mistake.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

It's too bad that guy's not looking for a Thin White Duke.

M. Bouffant said...

There are worse things to have encyclopaedic knowledge of.