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Huniepop is a porn game with the barest of stories between the titties, juvenile humor, and honestly the porn itself is just so-so. This is all wrapped around what is admittedly a pretty good match 3 puzzle game, but the soundtrack! For chill atmospheric music, that shit is fucking incredible.
At least it’s not cantaloupe. Fuckin gross musky bitch-melon, that is.
Reminds me of this SNL Weekend Update bit:
I can hear Smash Mouth’s Come On, Come On.
Have you ever seen that meme where people write increasingly eldritch lyrics to Jolene?
Someone recorded a version like that: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yj_Q6VhX6l8
Good god, the amount of both dairy and booze Santa is consuming in one night is a terrifying combo. The fumes on Boxing Day must be enough to knock out one of the reindeer at 50 paces.
Well, it’s not Constantinople.
I’ve never been sure what the exact distinction is between disco and funk, nor which side it falls on, but I love Walter Murphy’s “A Fifth of Beethoven”.
If Sugar Rush looked as good as it does in Wreck-It Ralph, I think it’d be a fantastic kart racer.
Also Roy from Rick and Morty. Holy shit, a game that could compress time would be fucking insane, even as mundane as it is.
Bot’s broken.
One of my cats has a high voice and has learned to do perfect attention-seeking sad meows when she wants attention and is too lazy to find me, and sings a loud frantic song to motivate me as I prepare food.
The other one purrs with the depth and volume of a large diesel engine, but mostly only lets out her low raspy meow to complain, which could be anything from “open the window” to “why did you stop petting me for .5 seconds?”
If I were casting voices for them in some type of Homeward Bound-type movie, they’d be Mila Kunis and Jennifer Tilly respectively.
Trying to unstick my fingers when I’m done:
Gentlemen, this is democracy meownifest!
Can you teleport things with you? If so, use your ability to start a business importing items to Albania with nearly zero shipping costs, then invest in the local community until it’s a really nice city to teleport home to.
Yeah, no. Conscription is already a disgusting concept akin to slavery. Conscription to a private corporation dissolves even that minimal distinction.
Sweet potato. It’s what pumpkin wants to be.
This is a mental illness.
Yeah, I think a quasi-religious cult offshoot of the borg could be neat to explore.
Ghosts haven’t been sucked off yet.
I’m no scientician, but wouldn’t mutation mean that the possible number of gene combinations is constantly growing? And maybe even making previously non-viable permutations viable, which seems like it would really fuck with the math?