Holy good lord, look at this nerd bonery. An R2D2 bathing suit. I am already far too lucky to have my girlfriend. Like, really lucky. There’s not many women out there willing to deal with my desire to stuff video games into my pants, or rip farts in warm cars in the middle of the winter, or the fact that I get crumbs and fluids all over myself. I don’t know if staying with me makes her a saint, or a god damn fool. Or maybe both. So knowing how lucky I am, I’m not going to even try to get her to wear this. But my imagination? Yes, it runs wild.