10ºc y llovizna 
hermoso otoño 
Asi es la Argentina Urien, no hay gas para los establecimientos publicos y encima la empresa privada de gas le mete aire de mas asi el medidor gira pero no calienta un carajo
Hubiera sido mas gracioso que la pasa se vea como el papa Francisco, Bergoglio la concha de tu madre
Vaya vaya...
pero que tenemos por aqui
mi radar de guarras se ha vuelto loco🥵🥵🥴🥴 será por ti??
yo creo que si no?
The ultimate bluepill experience. The heroine is unlikable and judgmental of all men, but then again, maybe I can’t blame her when the dev made every male character a vile monster. The narrative laid it on so thick that I can’t imagine there being any sort of revelation at the end, like a “maybe I’m the baddie” type shocker. The men are evil to a comical degree, like, imagine going to a museum and some Average Joe is groping a statue of a nude woman. Or imagine posing for an artist, and instead of your average progressive hipster artist, our heroine just happened to find the only artist on planet earth who will outright tell a woman about the horrors of aging. And our poor heroine has to take this abuse in stride… Pokemon is more believable than this!
As soon as I saw the game open with an interracial lesbian kiss, I knew I was going to get tackled by The Message. Whether you’re playing a triple A title made by an international megacorp, or an “indie” (allegedly indie) project, it seems you can’t get away from The Message. You’ve accepted The Message, haven’t you? Don’t you know that being a victim is the ultimate superpower? Don’t you know that man is bad, and woman is good? Don’t you know that straight is bad, and gay is good? Don’t you know that failing to accept The Message can cost you your job? I hope you accept the message, dear gamer… or else!
Gran día la verdad, beber, comer en barpaco (raciones de panceta morros magro con tomate y patatas) y acabar perdiendo unos euros en la mil disgustos.
Me hubiera quedado de fiesta pero tengo una alergia brutal y aún tomando la medicación, no se me pasa.
