He asked how to pirate games, not how to get keylogged and ransomwared.

Nothing makes me wish I believed in an afterlife more than the thought of these “Devoted Christians” finally getting to meet their Devil.

Not telling, but I would choose not to live in any country.

I wish to live in the depths of a nameless, unpopulated ocean of body temperature gel which both nurtures and protects me as I float through it in a perpetual sleep.

You’re a star.

My son took the batteries out of it.

“This changes nothing.” I told him.

If I weren’t allowed to stream or pirate, then CDs.

If I am, then Vinyl.

So people won’t shout at me online.

“An outside enemy exists only if there is anger inside.”

Go eat some lettuce and have sex.

And I used to be like you, then an 11 year old ran me and my fellow monks over with a car.

Now I’m a bunny rabbit!

You sound uptight. You should chill out, maybe meditate.

I know knew some guys who could have helped with that.

I guess I forgot to think of how their wives and children must be feeling.

All the toilets in my dreams are broken or otherwise unusable. It’s deeply frustrating at the time, but I guess I should be thankful.

When asked why they didn’t change course when they saw the truck heading for them, the monks replied that change must come from within.