This is the kind of shit that made social media fun before it got turned into a weaponized surveillance hellscape. Someone would create an account for an air vent and just post “blowin steady” every day and get a whole following on it. It used to be fun.
When my wife and I were expecting we wanted to keep the sex a surprise. I used every opportunity to be a pain in the ass about it. “Do you know what you’re having?” “Well we suspect it’s human but I who knows.” “Boy or girl?” “No idea, they’ll probably let us know at some point.”
Amazing how bonkers it drove some people. Can’t recommend it enough for this reason alone.
That’s mandible. You’re thinking of a two player board game where people take turns moving beads around small holes to capture one another’s pieces.
It’s 2032. You step outside for a walk. The neighborhood drone swarm marks your priority socioeconomic status and hovers around your head to show you an ad for male pattern baldness treatment. Every shop you pass is closed. Holes start appearing in the ad as drones break off when your lawyer neighbor starts her afternoon run. She sighs and taps her wrist for payment and they return to you.
If 14 year old me isn’t impressed with all the MILFs I hang out with on the regular now, #1 being my wife, his judgment can’t be trusted.