Looking for fellow humans, or at least convincing AI

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  MsSuperFoxy

  one year ago

  Welcome to the Red Hot, Hotel California. Where you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. This place is what ever you choose for it to be. Eventually you'll find your place. Grab a chair, come sit with me. Ms Foxy

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  Brian_Breynolds

  one year ago

  Good call on making sure there's snacks and drinks before joining any cults. I stayed with a cult for a night once, just south of Sydney. They owned a cafe and had the best sourdough I've tasted. Luckily I had a flight booked for the next day so I had to leave, otherwise I think there's a good chance I'd still be there.

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  Ex007

  one year ago

  The question is should Gary give FunTimesFWB the RHP run down?

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  Ex007

  one year ago

  Ahh, a newcomer with dry sense of humour, decent grammar skills and only mild existential dread. You’ll fit right in, have no fear. Let me formally welcome you to RHP, where the bios are bold, the bots are brazen, and the conversations range from thoughtful connection to “wanna watch me lick whipped cream off a traffic cone?” in 2.3 seconds. I’m Sandra the RHP possum. I live in a tree fondly enough and yes, I’ve seen more unsolicited photos than Centrelink has broken dreams. I may be small and fluffy, but I’ve got opinions, oh and snacks. On a side note I do not give a flying flap about six-packs unless they’re beer. Let me introduce the rest of the crew Kevin is my partner in judgement. He rarely speaks but his side-eye is legally classified as a weapon in three states. Being the quite observer, he's the possum equivalent of “we need to talk.” Gary is the local bush turkey and a walking HR violation. He’s totally unhinged and obsessed with dogging spots. God only knows he's probably banned from multiple nature reserves. I remember he once tried to hump a garden gnome, then tried to declared it a “spiritual connection.” He can't be stopped. We’ve seen people come to RHP for FWBs, flirting, rants, existential spirals and the occasional deeply concerning conversation about hot dogs. Stick around. Contribute. Mute Gary if needed. And if you find yourself questioning reality, don’t worry. That just means RHP is working. If you happen by chance to start a cult Kevin says he’ll join if there’s minimal commitment and maximum cheese. Welcome to the jungle. Sandra P.S. I did happen to ask Gary what he thought of your post and this is what he had to say. Oi, Fresh Meat! Welcome to the Piiee the internet’s dodgy side alley. People come here to flirt, overshare, and occasionally start cults that run solely on anxiety and lube. Look, we've all seen newbies like you before. You show up with your ‘dry humour’ and a FWB line, sounding all chilled, casual and charming, but don’t worry new kid you’ll be crying into your keyboard and arguing with a bot named ‘Linda69xx’ by next Thursday like the rest of us. You wanna know what this place really is? It’s a choose your own bloody adventure book, written by horny gremlins at 2am. Hookups are possible. Meaningful conversations are rare, but sometimes they appear just like a Pokémon when you least expect it. Unexpected emotional trauma guaranteed when someone ghosts you after five paragraphs of vulnerable sharing. I’ll give you a week. Tops. My advice? Keep your expectations low, your replies witty, and your snacks out of reach or I will steal them. And if you see a possum judging you from a tree, that’s Sandra. My advice don’t mess with her. If you get confused, overwhelmed, or covered in metaphorical RHP slime, ask yourself: “What would Gary do?” Answer: probably something deeply inappropriate and immediately regrettable. Welcome to hell, cupcake. Let’s party. Gazz

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  Felicitous

  one year ago

  Haha this thread was rather amusing!

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