It’s time to have more fun with Google image search!
Here’s what I found when I searched “Unicorn Fondle“:
Look at that sick little freak. All he ever wants to do is fondle unicorns and experience the low depravity of interspecies love. Too bad he’s got no arms. That poor unicorn is just going to have to go fondle itself, I guess.
I see polite smiles, wood paneling, and a mirror inexplicably placed directly behind a couch, but I don’t see much exuberance here. I only see profound social discomfort. (I will grant that the pitstick is implied.)
It’s time to visit the grandparents in their new condo! I have to stand because their damn dog refuses to get off the chair. Christmas cards are still hanging in the doorway even though it’s May. Grandma can’t sustain a conversation because she refuses to stop watching the Hallmark Channel. Grandpa brought us cups of coffee, but he doesn’t seem to realize it’s just hot water. This is sadness defined. Time for some mouthwash to get drunk and forget our memories.