When an eel bites your leg and it hurts 'til you beg, that’s a moray.
(I can’t take credit for this.)
Put you hand in the crack and you won’t get it back, that a mooooray!
(I can’t take credit either)
When an eel opens wide and there’s more jaws inside, that’s a moray.
When a grid’s misaligned with another behind, that’s a Moiré.
When so much glacial till piles up it makes a hill, that’s a morraine.
When they play one more song but you say the word wrong, that’s encore!
When you swim in the sea
and an eel bites your knee
That’s a moray 
When your head
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that’s a migraine.
He’s a clown, he’s a ham
His last name’s Amsterdam
He’s a Morey.
I can’t take credit for this either; it’s from a book by Spider Robinson.
Fool me once…no, wait, it didn’t even work the first time. 
That was LITERALLY the exact same argument they made about abortion. These dipshits…
Folks not being honest* by creating a situation where guys are expecting a date and being given projects instead is why I’m putting this here. As comedian Nicole Byer pointed out on Jimmy Kimmel Live, they’re taking advantage of people who now know exactly where they live. What could go wrong? 
*Some could be stating their intentions up front, it’s not clear how many fall into the bait-and-switch category.
I suspect that many want to avoid making it look too transactional. The optics of “If you fix my sink, then we can go on a date.” are not necessarily what everyone intends.
Without getting into too many details, I’m a service submissive, so I’m actually quite happy to be invited over to help around the house, but that needs to be something discussed before it happens! I don’t mean it’s a transactional situation, but we need to discuss parameters, limits, and other specifics long before that starts.
I was dating someone for a while where several of our dates in a row involved me assembling furniture for them, but they’d also cook (or buy) dinner, catch up with each other, etc. They and their husband had only recently moved into their home, so every time I helped them with something, it made the place more comfortable for all of us for future visits. (And since some of it was pet furniture, I got to make some very lovely kitties happy.)
The “specialty” furniture was an added bonus, of course! 
Really it was several display shelves for their collection of oblong objects of various sizes. They had a home dungeon behind an actual secret door in their basement! They did have a nice sofa in there, but it was already assembled the first time I visited.
Pen name of J.D. Vance?
I think I just read watched something that’s wonderful, not stupid. Thanks!
(And it really sucks that if Harris had been elected, we’d likely have a federal government that tries to help instead of hinder consumers in such areas.)