Long Covid has me tied to bed 24/7. I’m basically just a worm now. My wife still loves me. Yay?

“All because a man doesn’t like macaroons! Ooooh… I’d give anything to be able to wipe my own ass again!”

If someone said they would love me if I were a worm, I would leave them. I’m not committing to a future with someone who could be sexually attracted to worms.

I have undying love for Leto II.

I never understood this thought experiment. Wouldn’t it make more sense to say if they had cancer or were in a coma?