Score One For Pavlov
So much better than some time-wasting slot machine that only gives you a hit every few hundred dollars and meanwhile assaults your ears with soul-shattering blingy sounds. Far better than any drug that might leave you feeling strung-out and broke and craving more to the point that your integrity dissolves like an aspirin in warm water. Better even than good food, which is over all too soon and you can only have so much of before you can no longer walk out your front door. I might even say, better than sex, which is a far more cosmic and mind-blowing experience, but only lasts so long and, if done well, is exhausting and leaves you needing a refraction period before you can go back for more.
Hit the button, get your jolly (whether it's an "ooh", an "ew", an "oh!, a giggle, or even a "huh"), hit the button, get more. Hit it again. And again. And again. Oops, there went your work day. Oops, your evening. Oops, your week. Have you eaten? Peed? Slept? No matter. Just hit the button one more time first. This time you really mean it.
Ah, the Internet: here to make life more productive for all.