Really, I'm Not a Pervert!
The War Between the Childless and the Childed
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Parents give me strange looks at the science museum.
I can tell they're looking at me. Who is that guy? I don't see any kids with him. Does he want to molest my son?
The problem is, I love science museums. I'm fucking insane about the Exploratorium, in San Francisco. They have this incredible holographic screw: you reach out to touch it, and your fingers pass right through. I know, doesn't sound like much, but it is.
But you know the parents are thinking: Why's he near my son, next to that screw?. Hey, it's not my fault screws are indecent, and the hologram is really cool!
I can tell they're looking at me. Who is that guy? I don't see any kids with him. Does he want to molest my son?
The problem is, I love science museums. I'm fucking insane about the Exploratorium, in San Francisco. They have this incredible holographic screw: you reach out to touch it, and your fingers pass right through. I know, doesn't sound like much, but it is.
But you know the parents are thinking: Why's he near my son, next to that screw?. Hey, it's not my fault screws are indecent, and the hologram is really cool!