It stands at approximately 4am on a Saturday, the wind howls, the lightning rumbles and the thunder flashes... and my mouth hurts.

I just spent an inestimatable amount of time reciting a monumental quantity of digits for Slinkers. Slinkers claims that these numbers hold the key to delightful prizes and that each person must collect as many of their numbers as possible in order to beat all their competitors into submission. Slinkers tells me that this contest in the season of Halloween is sacred and that it is of the highest importance that I help them. Something tells me that Slinkers is talking a load of crap and that Slinkers is too lazy to do it themself.

My jaw actually aches, that sort of dull ache that persists no matter what you do. I hate you Slinkers

I'm also angry, very angry. People who comment such things as:
"I'm undecided between 4 and 5" - So yeah, do I get to pick for you?
"It's a coin flip between 10 and 12" - Well, go flip your coin dumbass
"24 plz! hohohohoho" - Doesn't exist stupid head.
"here, solve this maths problem for the answer: 4+myface/dumped in boiling fat (your fist+in my groin) = what I vote for" - How about, I have 2000 of these to read... Get lost.

So yeah, congratulations and stuffs to the winner, I have developed a fear of the number (3*3)-(1+1)-1 and will now cry openly when I see it while my jaw will spasm uncontrollably. Enjoy your bloody prizes!


On other non number related news... I might actually post some stories at some point... Today, I actually wrote a line.