It is nearly 5am, and I find this. Why ? Why did we, as a species, have to become like this ? What pushes people to cum into a minion jar and check the progress every day ? We are doomed, and every time I look into the abyss that is internet, it also gazes into me.
God is dead, and we killed it.
It was Rainbow Dash.
What did you achieve by dredging this memory up? Isn't a world where no one imagines what that smelled like better than the one we live in?
This is too much philosophy for someone who ate too much jerky
AKA me