Sometimes I feel like I have inadvertently awoken in the wrong place. As if I have stumbled through a vortex into another universe, where the sky is a strange hue of green, the grass a bright shade of pink, and all passenger conveyances are hauled by large woolly mammoth like creatures. It's occupants sit in luxurious crushed velvet armchairs of crimson and gold while they sip on exotic beverages and ogle their shirtless, oiled up, muscle bound waiters whose primary function is to act as candy to dazzle the eye. All the while, the sounds from the next room are equal parts pleasure and pain, but only one patron may enter that arena at any one time.
Is that any more inappropriate than what this thread already was?