CreatingMachines

Instructions unclear, snapped my neck.

Me and the Hulk at 2am, looking for BEANS

This hurt a bit, surprisingly. Just a bit though.

Well, I guess that means my body voted red (the leopardsysosomes are eating their faces now).

But, you know, he not only discovered that it doesn’t move if you don’t move it, but that even if you do try to move it, it will resist your attempt to do so (which really like broke my brain when I first learned it, and still kinda do even now).

Oh don’t worry, I make sure to throw it only after I say hi to the mold.

Bread, dear lord the bread.

I always need it the day after I throw it, which was already a few days past the expiry date in the fridge.

Avoid them both.

Hmm, perhaps medical emergency?

I’m sure that there are those who haven’t taken a sip of water, but still die.

I feel that “too much”/“too little” sleep part of my brain.

I swear that one of these days they’ll manage to find a sound that’ll give us a heart attack while we sleep.

Your wish is granted. The genie castrates you.

Smart enough to know something’s wrong, too dumb to figure out what it is, or how to fix it.

But…what’s a trolley problem…without the trolley?

The only flaw in his plan…

I tried so hard

to read this without the tune

but in the end

I couldn’t stop myself

Now imagine a Rex with proportional fore limbs. That’s perfection.

Santa?

my friend there are only 2 rows