Epstein killed himself and you’re a tedious memebrained dickhead if you think otherwise.

I was denied a mathematics education, for real. I can’t even do long division, nevermind that squiggly F shit. I thought that stuff was only for astrophysicists.

I want to learn basic maths, but I’m in a ‘learned helplessness’ mindset where I can’t even get through basic sums and equations intended for children (I’m old as fuck now).

I was diagnosed with autism a few years back, which kinda made no sense. I would have expected rainman powers, but numbers just don’t jive with my cunt of a brain. Maths is as inscrutable to me as people’s faces or social cues.

My darlings, tell me everything.

This is the perfect time to recommend the funniest series of games I’ve ever played:

• Four Last Things
• The Procession to Calvary
• Death of the Reprobate (not out yet, but the demo confirms that it is going to be most excellent)

The scene in the OP appears in The Procession to Calvary.

11:59:59 December 31st 1949. Fuck the olden times.

You rang?

Got my dad a smart watch for crimpus, £25 reduced from £80 because black Friday. Out of curiosity, I checked a price tracker website, where you can see an Amazon product’s price history. It had never been above £30.

Absolute cunts. I thought that shit was illegal, which is why I never bothered to check. Fuck me, it’s like the wild West in there sometimes.

When you see someone using an apostrophe to indicate a plural.

Would like to see footage of said guillotines.

I’m loving the ludicrousness of runtimes in these comments!

I just recently got into Bell Witch, I was surprised by how quickly Mirror Reaper flew by, especially considering the depresso-sadlyface genre, but it was killer. Check it out if you haven’t heard it, don’t be frightened by the single-song format.

Captain Howdy’s summer home?

Wear a condom.