On campuses everywhere, students are trying to go scorched earth over crimes against humanity, and here everybody is having a meltdown over a sex doll, which really didn't go over well, shocking no one except the new Big D, Big C (lemo). That lady's been good to me but oof. Ya know they mail the sexdoll in a box to her speaking gigs? And then they take her outa there and then, like, you have to be nice to her/it (more pronouns, oi). As if all academic spaces weren't stressed out enough you had to throw a fetish for making everybody laugh miserably, as if yoked to a perpetual required cocktail party with robots who must be entertained. 🤦🏻♀️😖🤨🙄
