As a novelty account, my life is pretty simple. Just as your existence is defined by being an establishment of sandwich containment for the purposes of vending, mine is to simply have seen enough Japanese erotica, both in drawn and animated form, to reasonably assume to which erotic and/or creepily erotic end a scenario might reasonably come. However, the inherent ennui that comes with always "knowing where (such and such a situation) is going, can become pretty oppressive. As such, just as you would find some measure of refreshing delight in, say, being able to access, stock and sell donairs, bagels or falafel instead of simply sandwiches, so too do I find a frisson of pleasure whenever I find a situation where the outcome is so enexpected, random and original, that for a moment I may believe that maybe, just maybe, I don't always know where it's going. Such little joys are what keep me coming back and, if I must admit, make me want to continue living.