I came, I fucked, I came again, I died.

Are those images of the liver with extremely dilated hepatic veins?

So fucking high. Might as well be roof mounted.

Well played Google

I like to think that he forgets, keeps trying and then makes a new post about it

He can still go racing… GT racing still exists.

I’m going to assume that’s incredibly witty and clever and give you an internet point.

Just thinking about that makes my dopamine receptors shrivel up.

Tell us more about the pen and ink! (please)

Is it French?

Love the style, colours and weirdness. Keep up the good work!

It’s the dust and small wood chips off the floor of a sawmill glued together into little bricks. Traditionally eaten with milk and honey. Cricketers legendarily eat 7 or 8 (sometimes more) for breakfast every day. If you are going to do something requiring strength, one should always have eaten weetbix for breakfast.

One could argue that bread slices are a loaf that was split/divided.

That’s very pretty. Really captures the feeling of moving water.

All about that bass, by Meghan Trainor. Really did get played to death in popular media.

Dip it in molten plastic?

I hope so. The rest of the post has perfect spelling, grammar, and punctuation.

Wonder woman for scale?

I’ll take a look. Thanks.

So all I have to do to appreciate the things around me is become a world renowned expert in something super specific.

Cool cool cool cool cool cool cool. No problem.