But first, we need to talk about parallel universes.
Azuth
Descartes said it best. The only thing I can know for sure is that I do, in fact, exist.
I graduated in 2010 and my high school had a 3d printer. They weren't common in the 2000's but they were around.
I'll always remember the kid who broke both his arms and his helpful mom.
I'm amazed at the sheer devastation of the church and the buildings to its left. I had no idea that level of destruction in war was possible before conventional explosives.
Friend: Brings up really cool idea for something to do
Me: Awesome! When do you wanna do it?
Friend: blank stare uhhh, I'll have to figure it out, this week isn't good
EVERY TIME
This is why as much as much as I don't wanna die, I hope we never unlock the secret to immortality. At least for now billionaires and fascists all die eventually.
Level 18?
Is there a specific name for that type of clinic? You got me curious now.
This comic is how 10-year old me first learned the word "bimbo",