I know I've said this somewhere on this forum before but: that moment when you've drank so much coffee, it starts to make you more tired instead of more energetic and you look down at your outstretched, violently shaking hands and arms and you say: "What have I done?"
With the skulls and bones of your enemies due for replacement drum set? I'm going with a wasteland Art Deco here! Skulls, bones, radiation, that sort of thing
In the meantime, I will do the next best thing...create you in Sims 2, and give you a house full of instruments!
If you ever put me in your Sims game, just remember I'm tall, very handsome, not at all overweight, and make sure you do a Mad Max!
TMW when you find an epic horror image and must share it with the world. Spoiler: Don't Click if you don't like Scary Images
That moment when you're trying to listen to music and your brother starts playing his electric guitar upstairs.
TMW you're hung over as fuck and one of your line looks makes fried chicken and French toast for everyone. That kid might rule the world some day.
Not yet, but I'd like to. Probably. Can't think of a better way to burn a few hundred thousand dollars and work yourself to death at the same time.
TMW you're an unpublished B.Sc. doing undergrad lectures at an applied sciences university but apparently also a Dr. and an eminence of the scientific world.
Of course. It's not the first "journal" to come groping for my data via my professional mail that way but as of yet, they did the worst job. This goes into the funny-scam-mail-collection.
Nah. I'll be getting enough of what they offer once my first publication is finished. But how about a plot twist: you expect to be rejected because that's what they promise all over their site - and then they publish it.