Like being a father, just the very thought of it makes me sick to my stomach. And the only thing that makes this redeemable is the fact that "my robe and wizard hat" also made the cut (bloodninja, high-five!). Oh, and "my Robert Pattinson". God that's pathetic. Listen Twi-Hards -- HE WILL NEVER BE YOURS. Will you, Robert? No, you won't. Now keep tickling, glittercakes.
Never Have Unprotected Robot Sex [autocompleteme]
Thanks to Twelveburgers, who, wait -- no cheese?