He'd be Hannibal Lecter, Cannibal Specter.

>patrician
>long, cozy life
>die of stds from orgies smh
>confronted by a bearded man with one eye
>says now I have to face life's final boss or I lose and go to hell
>umm, okay.jpg
>giant wolf with two heads emerges
>they give me a sword
>have no idea what I'm doing
>didn't spend my life training for this
>realize that the barbarians were right all along

mfw

The wifi in my apartment is down, and my phone wont download .exe files.

Could somebody download this file and compress it as a .zip file and send it to me?

PM me for my email if you can do it.

Exoskeletons are the enemy

It's the skeletons way of putting us inside of them

Stay vigilant in the fight against skeletons!

After a brief bout of problem solving the six inch slice has more surface area, yes, but what if they had made the problem more complicated by switching the prices?

Interestingly enough, if the six inch slice was $1.70 and the seven inch slice Costa $1.50, each would cost about 27 cents per square inch, with negligible price point difference.

However, adjusting the prices so that both cost the same per square inch doesn't solve the real problem; how do we get the most pizza?

The answer is simple.

Buy both slices.

'Who's this clown?'

It not only infers that you are a clown, but also that you're not one of the better known clowns.

The only thing better than memes is parody threads

https://www.change.org/p/cheatlancer-make-verbatim-change-his-homepage-to-pol

I have an apartment now.
A rather nice one at that.

My roommates are great, but one hits his girlfriend, who used to be mine.

My father told me he thought my sister's "lifestyle" (lesbianism, I wanted to freak and tell him its no life different than any other) is an affront to God, and a sin.

I didn't have the heart to tell him I have lain with other men, and it felt right to me too.

But then I told him what we witnessed last night. An outbreak of domestic violence. Only there was a locked door between us and them. It took everything I had not to break it down.

And I confided in my bigoted father:

"Only five times in my life have i felt completely powerless.

The first when I said goodbye to my mother the first time.

The second when you left my mother.

The third when I fell in love.

The fourth last night, when I witnessed that ordeal.

Through drugs, alcohol, poverty, homelessness, hunger, clinical insanity (I've been hospitalized many times) and incarceration, I never doubted my resolve.

When friend and family alike cast me out or betrayed me, I stood tall.

But the fifth time was now, when I realized you were so lost, and I could not guide you.

Every time my heart was so deeply wrapped in the situation I could not fathom my next action.

I couldn't act because of love.

I failed you.
I'm sorry."

We parted ways.

That's the only time my father has ever seen me shed a tear, since the day his father died, when I first saw him cry in front of me.

But me, I'm doing well.
He is disappointed in me, and that's fine, I haven't done much with myself, but really I feel I've done a great deal.

But to be disappointed in my sister for who she loves, that's truly a man I have failed in my life.

TL;DR I'm doing good but my dads a bigot, and that makes me sad.

Anytime I realize I'm dreaming, I don't want to believe its only a dream, and I focus on going deeper into it rather than becoming a god.

Real life is so awful I would defer godhood for a happy illusion.

She said she thought I needed a hug.
She walked into her kitchen and hugged her fridge, asking me to do the same.

I didn't have the heart to tell her I couldn't.

Fuck yeah

Then you see the purple haired girls tits and I said "Damn Daniel, what are thooooose?"