I mean, I didn’t mind waking up four times a night to flush shit pixels out of my Tamagotchi’s plastic egg habitat when he was a baby. That’s the kind of thing you do for any baby. It’s expected.
But now my Tamagotchi is in the “adult” phase of his life and he’s still letting his shit pile up and still letting ghost skulls give him STDs or whatever. He never learns!
I’m a horrible Tamagotchi parent by Kris Moore
Every time Kris Moore does a 90s Guy piece, he asks all the questions that somehow didn’t strike us in the actual 90s. What the hell was wrong with us?
stop right here this is the tamagotchi police you dont have to wake up to a tamagotchi because the fucking clock...
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