my brain any time we have a hundred dollars: whoa, whoa, whoa…WHOA….stop the fuckin presses guys…..a “HUNDRED“ dollars? Like, a LITERAL hundred of them!? You serious!? That’s like…hold on let me do what I think math is….that’s like….INFINITY dollars. That’s THE big number. TEN TENS, BABY! We can afford ANYTHING! Food! Shoes! Gas! More food! Entertainment!! EVEN more food!!! We are ROLLING in those ten fuckin’ tens!!!! UNSTOPPABLE!!!!
the same brain as soon as we no longer have a hundred dollars: whu…..uh…h-how…how di…..but…….we had a hundred of them………
I like how they’ve improved miku’s outfit design in every successive update yet all of us consistently choose to ignore this fact in favor of drawing more Grey Shirt Cone Sleeved mikus
Crypton: please,,,, we’ve given you a better designed, better illustrated, objectively sleeker miku, see?
adulthood is just a constant struggle of, “man, i want cookies for breakfast, but I also recognize this is a bad nutritional decision. On the other hand, the only one who can stop me is me. i know that fucker’s weaknesses. i could totally take me in a fight.”
frog and toad are my two remaining brain cells struggling to keep my horrible body alive