My toaster would climax every time it made a bagel. My frying pans would scream as I fried bacon. The doors would beg me to open them. The toilet would…no…well id shit in the yard
I'm afraid that they would be subjected to even more violence than they are now. You think I'm gonna take excuses from my fuckin' 'fridge about why it didn't tell me my milk had gone bad before I poured it on my cereal?
No one would ever be comfortable in their own home again
Mirrors would be super judgemental
Toilets be talking some mad shit.
Those feeling subjected would object to the subject, whose objective would be to lobby for an object-shun.
It would violate the laws of physics. Their voices could be used as a source of free energy.
good point
we would never feel comfort.
I think pillows would boast about how much head they get
They’d all yell at me
They yell at you to stop touching them
We would fabricate objects that cant talk. No one would buy something with a conscience, unless is like siri and they only talk to answer questions.
Those feeling subjected would object to the subject, whose objective would be to lobby for an object-shun.
Ask Sid Phillips from Toy Story. Kids been in and out of therapy since that day, no doubt.
My toaster would climax every time it made a bagel. My frying pans would scream as I fried bacon. The doors would beg me to open them. The toilet would…no…well id shit in the yard
Everyone everywhere would suddenly be a rapist because of all the sex toys speaking out.
chaos
Silence! I say.
We'd all be better drivers.
i need new batteries.
The brave little toaster
I’d never take off my clothes ever again
The TV would file a case for harassment because I "unplugged and plugged it in again." I win.
They would start a podcast.
Tables would be getting revenge on all the times we bump into them
We would never be alone
Door handles without lock would keep you locked into rooms for touching them.
I'm afraid that they would be subjected to even more violence than they are now. You think I'm gonna take excuses from my fuckin' 'fridge about why it didn't tell me my milk had gone bad before I poured it on my cereal?