Half way through reading C-Hitch's God Is Not Great while waiting for my new bristol boards to arrive in the mail.
I had the same epiphany as he did in his youth, though it involved me cursing the heavens that Mega Man 3 was too fucking hard for a just creator to allow into being.
His ridiculously verbose screed is entertaining and highly informed (and as smug as I imagined it would be).
I hope the drunk beats his cancer.
I had the same epiphany as he did in his youth, though it involved me cursing the heavens that Mega Man 3 was too fucking hard for a just creator to allow into being.
His ridiculously verbose screed is entertaining and highly informed (and as smug as I imagined it would be).
I hope the drunk beats his cancer.
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