your coworker, sipping his morning Monster Energy™, asks you, "how do German gamers say good afternoon?" you can hear your fingernails growing. he blurts out, nearly laughing, "GamerTag!" you black out. the smell of copper burns your nose. blue and red lights flashing. the walls stained maroon.
time to unironically buy some bitcoin :shrug-outta-hecks:
Me in 2008:
"People aren't ignorant enough to take such a structurally flawed and clunky pile of bloatware like this and hype it so much that it actually becomes valuable, right?" :padme1:
"People aren't ignorant enough to take such a structurally flawed and clunky pile of bloatware like this and hype it so much that it actually becomes valuable, right?" :padme2: