I want to marry Pratt so badly, but I think I have like, at most, a 35% chance. I mean, it’s not because I’m worried, or I wouldn’t get my wife’s blessing. It’s just that he doesn’t return my telegrams, or Instagram messages, or psychic gonad mutterings.
There’s an adult VR festival coming to Japan. It’s looking to pair up, uh, pioneers in the world of VR. You know, getting the great and most enterprising minds in teledildonics, virtual reality, and sundry other facets together. Not just to wank with their headsets on, in unison, mind you. Though I must confess I hope that happens. But also to innovate! To brainstorm!
Hack the fucking planet! Reveal the Illuminati! The villainous Bilderberg Group! And most importantly, the Reptilian Overlords guiding our every though!
Hack the planet! Or at least the ATM machines. Good grief, that’s a lot of money to gank in such a short amount of time. Or at least it is to me. You know, the headline screamed “this is a big deal” so like a sucker I nod my head. Mmm. Mmm. This is a big deal.
Fucking Preston Garvey.
This is a very good song.
This. This is so good. And well made.