pc specs:
-yes
-internet also yes

torso: I may not have a major in maths but I do have a minor in bed.

"they say lil boy u gonn learn, me and uncle Earl gonn take turns, take turns till ur bum burns, bum burn till it burst, u know the drill, me and uncle going for the kill, going for the kill, ♥♥♥♥ u so unreal till ur eyes peel"

How I assassinated my unborn son so I can go to a pub

Recently I've been confronted for not meeting with people after graduation until one late evening my phone rang. I answered and my wife busted in the room from the kitchen and started asking who it was, I said it was friends and showed her the phone. She left silently the room. The whole next day I was thinking and I decided I had to do something to get my freedom back. I decided that I had to assassinate my unborn son and do it the russian way. The morning after I was making coffee for me and my wife I slipped a pill into her coffee and gave it time. Fast forward a few days the baby was dead and ''both of us'' devastated had to remove it. After the end of the process I still felt paranoid so I had to make sure it was all achieved. I snucked in and took the fetus and hid it in my truck in a small improvised bodybag. My wife couldn't sleep the first days so she took a sleeping pill. Waited until 2 A.M. and grabbed the fetus and went to a nearby skyscrapper with the fetus hidden inside my overcoat. I went on the last floor, opened the window, took the fetus out and started lecturing him how he failed to contribute to his fellow comrades, the motherland and how miserable he was at his job and finally I dropped it from the window. I went down and picked it up from the waste container it fell on and went to a nearby junkyard. Broke in and put the fetus in the newest possible Mercedes Benz, lit it on fire and ran away. I made it home in the late morning and went to sleep. My wife tried to wake me up but I pretended I was too devastated to open my eyes. The next day I finally made it to the pub. I told everyone that "I managed all by myself to defend the comrades' interest".
>tfw that one time i assassinated my unborn son to go to pubs

gala Yesterday at 9:29 PM
The masturbating clown that follows me everywhere is starting to get short of breath after only a few hours of pointing and screaming. What's the point of being followed by a masturbating clown if it can't scream while pointing at me at the same time?
If pointing is the point then you should just perceive them in 1 dimensional space while they are screaming. The problem is your perception of your new homie. Clowns will do everything at all times, including but not limited to time or space. If you are not perceiving them in flux, then change your vibration to the clowns frequency. Or look at them in a single dimension, for them to be on point. The observer not only changes the clown state, but is part of the equation.
If you are able to not observe them, you will notice they are screaming and pointing behind your back. Being a novice clown observer, your part of the equation is out of sync, and homie don't play that.