I spent far too long pissing about on that website. It was slightly better once I realised that I didn't have to drive slowly and carefully to work each morning. It got worse when I realised that I couldn't die.
I was concerned I wasn't doing it right when I had to choose between the pterydactyl glory hole or devouring a bagful of angry bees. Then I realized that my uncognitive dyslexia was acting up and took my meds. Of course the pterydactyl glory hole is the correct choice, this spun me into a strange mental reafirmation loop that has only stopped after roughly 2 weeks. Glory holes should not contain pterydactyls. Period.
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It's Kerouac.
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