Or just Diet Coke laced with polonium.
I’m a filthy fucking socialist.
Or just Diet Coke laced with polonium.
And really, in the end, the global death rate is 100%—everyone dies.
[everyone dies eventually, so to save money let’s all go in on a single gravestone together]
… or do they? Strictly speaking, the observed death rate for the human condition is something like 93%—that is, around 93% of all humans have died. This means the death rate among humans who were not members of The Beatles is significantly higher than the 50% death rate among humans who were.
The game is crazy, you don’t need to even remotely care about Holo Live. It’s a bullet heaven (mob hell), and each character has unique abilities and attacks.
Your lack of Evanescence disturbs me.
All of journalism? Um. No.
I’m not gonna get into it with sea lioning.
Terrible people marrying terrible people. Got it.
Mark and his rat penis transplant might have other pressing things to think about.
They may alienate half of the audience, but the other half starts dumping truckloads of money on their doorstep.
Right? Fuck all these small headed people that look good with beanies. I just want my ears to stay warm!
Camera operators gotta eat!
Let’s
Fucking
Go!
One. Sure. 100? 500? Maybe not.
Especially Ryan George. That guy is … sketchy!
Which is why it’s great!