And to add the cherry on top, should you ever reach his arbitrary speed limit, it distorts time itself. Even if you flew through space at c for a little weekend getaway, you’d return to a now foreign world only to find time had skipped forward +2,000 years, your entire family and social circles long dead from old age with societal and technical advancements beyond what you could have ever thought possible, completely isolating you. You’re now doomed to live in an unfamiliar world where not a single human speaks your language nor can they relate to you in any meaning way.

AKA, gods speeding ticket.

One of us! One of us!

as featured on his album, “Bad Hair Day”

Aight, I checked and it’s not them, but I’m def gonna give them a listen. Looks like they only had 2 albums. 10/10 hint tho.

EDIT: oh shit, the guys from “U Know Who,” awesome. I’m looking for more photos of them.

ohhhhh. Excellent, info!!! Checking them out now.

The top left looks like a young Mos Def. This album came out in 1994 and his first album came out in 1997. BUT in 95’, he was in this group that did an album called “Manifest Destiny.” So the dates line up kinda.

*Edit: After a bit of research, Mos Def’s 1st album came out in 97, not 99.

$100 says he left immediately after taking these photos. Dr.Hustler PhD here is using precious company time to write a chapter’s worth of bullshit. Get back on that horse, it’s time to work.

Edit: I finally get it! This must have been what Rage Against the Machine meant when they said, “Can’t waste the day when the night brings a Hurst.” Still not sure how, “Rollin’ down Rodeo with a shotgun,” fits in this pro corpo anthem but maybe I’m just not a hard enough worker to get it. Bad tradeoff indeed.

Floor drugs? Back in the day we called them Ground Scores.

Great shit analogy, Bo Bandi.

Thanks, Mr.Layhe

They’ll fire it up mere moments before you finally get the Go Oustide achievement.

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And they always did shrooms during their fabulous nights of passion.

A wise man stood at the edge of a river in the town he’d lived all his life. Day after day monks gathered along the bank meditating, praying, citing ancient incantations and performing sacred rituals. The wise man asked the monks why they were dedicating their their entire lives repeating these things day after day. On of the elder monks says, “we learning how to walk on water to cross the mighty river.” The wise man says, “but the fairy is only a nickel.”