I'd pray to Rick every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Rick is love", I would say, "Rick is life". My dad hears me and calls me a ♥♥♥♥♥♥. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Rick. I called him a ♥♥♥♥. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Rick. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "It's ok Morty". He grabs me with his powerful grandpa hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Rick's pickle. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Rick. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Rick. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Rick looks him straight in the eye, and says, "I'M PICKLE RIIIIICK". Rick leaves through my window. Rick is love. Rick is life.

The problem lies NOT in how cheap food prices are BUT in the lack of real food culture in America where citizens spend more money on fast food when they can feed themselves on real food for less. When most Americans today couldn’t care less or have no clue about how their food is prepared is a sure sign that the future will be problematic for many (in fact, it’s already happening). But the theory is not valid when you look at many other countries and cultures where food is cheap and the citizens are healthier. The only difference is the presence of a strong food culture in these countries where people know more about real food and less about fast food (unless you are talking about healthy and quick stir-fry). You will also find that, in these same countries, there is an absence of powerful agri-business that influence or control their food culture – NOT the same reality we face daily in North America

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7U1Q0SxXXNM

Bro are you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ serious did you just say my sweet mother is homosexual, you clearly don't know who you messing with, my dad is the legendary Notch, the creator of the first game ever made, Minecraft. My dad will hit my uncle Herobrine up, if you don't look twice he will ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ obliterate your fortnite account, all your v-bucks will perish like all the good characters from the avengers, after that i will rape your christian minecraft server like Bill Cosby, i will rejoice in your salty tears after i've burnt all your silly diamonds, hope this will teach you an unforgetable lesson, and remember to never screw around with the notch family, bye.

Minecraft doesn't qualify as good gaming? It's one of the most competitive games out there. You have to not only survive an onslaught of spiders, zombies, skeletons and other scary monsters, but you have to actually MAKE things including a house to survive! That's hardcore dude. And Roblox is a great social network for gamers to create with virtual legos, which as we know, are the literal building blocks for creativity. Gamers thrive off creativity, which is why Five Nights at Freddy's is the best out there. Every sequel gets better and better, and you have the BALLS to put it on this stereotype meme? Really? Only real gamers play these good games, anyone else that hates it just hates it to be cool. Seriously. Maybe you need to become a real gamer instead of bashing quality. So what if I'm 12? I still articulate better than you and your silly memes. Btw I love my Dell laptop. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going back to Minecraft; I have a house to build, and you're not invited.

Honestly, that's what I call a cool story bro. Such a riveting tale, I honestly copy and pasted it to word, saved on my hard drive, backed it up on a jump drive, drove to the bank, put the jump drive in the safe deposit box, and will leave it there until my kids turn about 12 (when they can actually state their age, and ask what it is I'm showing them), when I will pick it up, put it in an old USB drive reader and relay this cool story to them and tell them, "kids, this is what a cool story should look and sound like...not like the stories your generation tells.