I know philosophically speaking I'm still sitting in a cave, anxiously feeding bits of dried moss to the fire while the boys are off hunting.
But to me this is what happens when you use real [yes I know that's somewhat of a fallacy too] money to buy imaginary currency.
I know philosophically speaking I'm still sitting in a cave, anxiously feeding bits of dried moss to the fire while the boys are off hunting.
But to me this is what happens when you use real [yes I know that's somewhat of a fallacy too] money to buy imaginary currency.