Hi, assholes.
Y'know what time it is? It's Pokemon time. GEN FIVE. V. 5. That's one more than 4.
Are you ready for UNOVA? All new motherfuckers? Monkeys on fire? Holy shit it's an electric Zebra in a top hat doing a dance.
That's right. It's manly man time. Time to catch them all. Time for philosophical discussions about the ramifications of the entire world economy in which Pokemon exists. How can it be moral to build a system based entirely on the fickle tastes of 10 year olds who repeatedly go out to fight 2000 pound man eating dragons.
Who gives a fuck that medicine is basically intense ultraviolet radiation that is sure to give Nurse Joy cancer by the time she's 28?
It's time to get your shit together. Who else is rockin' it?
Jam it back in, in the dark.