weekends are a constant oscillation between "i dont have work tomorrow, stay up super late to make the most if it" and "i dont have to listen to anybody, go to bed when you want"
In the year 2571, a USB drive was found in a pile of rubble on the ruins of a certain blue planet. What you are about to witness are not the contents of the drive. This is an entirely different recording.
weekends are a constant oscillation between "i dont have work tomorrow, stay up super late to make the most if it" and "i dont have to listen to anybody, go to bed when you want"