Oh Crap, It’s 1984 in 2009
My robot woke me up this morning. He yanked the covers off of me, blew a horn and his stupid monotone voice screeched, “Treadmill time, fatty!” After I finished my state-mandated 30 minutes of morning cardio, I was forced to shovel down a plate of oatmeal mush (without almond butter, guys!), and then the sensor [...]
