Yknow What, Fuck You

Y’know what, fuck you

un-pickles your pickles the drummer

You got cucumber the bongo player now.

Me with eggs

learning some new things in mordhaus tonight

Happy Pride Month to family disappointments, dagger enthusiasts, women's wrongs, people who want to run away into the woods, queers who like beers, short kings, girlfriends who look like boyfriends, demi queens, and Ash.

I feel like y'all two just ganged up on me—

It's come to my attention that a good portion of the younger generation has not been made aware of one of the greatest and most hated PILLARS of millennial society.

So I apologize, but I must take on this task. A new hand must touch the beacon. The knowledge must be passed on. The chain can not be broken.

So.

The Game.

The following are the rules of The Game:

there is no winning The Game

once you know of The Game, you are always playing the game

the point of The Game is to not think about The Game

if you think about The Game, you have lost The Game, and must announce this to those around you - causing them to also lose The Game

A "reset period" of roughly an hour or two before loss announcements is common in colloquial rules to allow yourself and those around you to properly temporarily "forget" about The Game, however that is not an official rule.

Go forth, you next generation, and I am sorry.