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Donald Trump answers what is 2+2?

    Donal Trump attempts to answer 2+2
    "I have to say a lot of people have been asking this question. No, really. A lot of people come up to me and they ask me. They say, 'What's 2+2?' And I tell them look, we know what 2+2 is. We've had almost eight years of the worst kind of math you can imagine. Oh my god, I can't believe it. Addition and subtraction of the 1s the 2s and the 3s. Its terrible. Its just terrible. Look, if you want to know what 2+2 is, do you want to know what 2+2 is? I'll tell you. First of all the number 2, by the way I love the number 2. It's probably my favorite number, no it is my favorite number. You know what, it's probably more like the number two but with a lot of zeros behind it. A lot. If I'm being honest, I mean, if I'm being honest. I like a lot of zeros. Except for Marco Rubio, now he's a zero that I don't like. Though, I probably shouldn't say that. He's a nice guy but he's like, '10101000101', on and on, like that. He's like a computer! You know what I mean? He's like a computer. I don't know. I mean, you know. So, we have all these numbers and we can add them and subtract them and add them. TIMES them even. Did you know that? We can times them OR divide them, they don't tell you that, and I'll tell you, no one is better at the order of operations than me. You wouldn't believe it. That I can tell you. So, we're gonna be the best on 2+2, believe me. OK? Alright. Thank you." Reporter 1: "But what actually is 2+2?" Trump: "Siddown. No, siddown. I've already answered your question. Haven't I already answered your question. This is what we get from news reporters, folks. Give me a nice question. Yes - you." Reporter 2: "Is your name Donald Trump?" Trump: "Now that's a nice question, folks. That's what I want."

    “Mr. Shapiro, what are your thoughts on women’s rights to have an abortion?”

      Ben: "WELL, that's a very interesting QUESTION, SIR. Before I get started, did you know that my WIFE is a DOCTOR?"

Reporter: "...Mr. Shapiro, that's- not-"

Ben: "I didn't think so, LEFTIST. Now back to your question- 'should women be allowed to MURDER and SHOOT innocent BABIES and CHILDREN?"

Reporter: "Sir, that's not what my orig-"

Ben: "OBVIOUSLY not. Now according to PragerU UNIVERSITY, there once was a FARMER who had a DOG, and Bingo was his name-o. Do you know how to spell it?"

Reporter: (silence)

Ben: "B-I-N-G-O. And Bingo was his name-o."

(Stares reporter in the eye; has not blinked since the asked question)

"B, I, N G O, B, I, N G O, B, I, N G O, And Bingo was his name-o."

Reporter: (Visibly taken aback) "Mr. Shapiro, this is ridiculo-"

(The conservative crowd begins laughing and shouting and singing with Ben)

All: "And Bingo was his name-o!"

(Ben shouting as the curtains close,) "Another CUCK LEFTIST DESTROYED! BAZINGA!"

      Dirty Deeds Done Dirt cheap?

        Oh, you mean: Atrocious Acts Accomplished At Discount, Bilious Bastardry for Bargain-Bin Prices, Criminal Capers Completed Competitively Priced Dastardly Doings at a Discounted Price, Evil Exertions Executed Extremely Inexpensively, Filthy Feats Furnished For Less, Gross Games Garnished at Great Rebate, Hellish Hooliganism Had Highly Rebated, Iniquitous Impugnment Issued In Bulk, Jerring Jobs for Juvenile Prices, Killing Kindness at Kiddy Klub Costs, Licentious Larceny at Legally Limited Rates, Malicious Madness Machinated at Maximum Discount, Naughty Notions Negotiated at a Negligible Cost, Overbearing Oppressiveness Outsourced On Demand, Perverted Pillaging Performed at Payless Markdown, Questionable Quests Quarried at Quackpot Prices, Ribald Rackets Realized at Reduced Price, Sinister Shenanigans Supplied at Satisfactory Rates, Thuggish Things Terminated at Tiny Prices, Unspeakable Undertakings Unleashed at Unusual Discount, Villanous Ventures Vanquished Via Rebates, Wicked Wars Waged at Wanton Discount, Xtreme Xcess Xecuted at X-Mas Discount, Yucky Yerking Yeilded at Year-End Prices, or Zany Zonking Zoned for Zero Markup

        Yandere dev’s response to why the game runs terribly

          Yes, development began 6 years ago. But Yandere Simulator is much more ambitious and complex than an average indie game. The premise itself may seem straightforward, but the number of features and depth of mechanics is comparable to that of AAA open-world sandbox titles. It's unrealistic to expect a game like this to reach the optimization stage in less than 6 years, simply due to the unusually large scope and deep complexity of the game, coupled with the fact that it's mostly being developed by a single person. Nobody can accurately estimate how long it should take to teach the optimization stage, because there isn't a pre-existing project that Yandere Sim can be compared to.

No solo developer has ever attempted to build a social stealth school simulation sandbox game before. The length of time that it takes for a single man to develop a game like this has simply not been established yet, so "it's been 6 years, you should have optimized the game by now" is simply not a valid statement.

Even with the above information in mind, I do think that the game should be further into development by now, but there are factors that massively slowed down the game's development and put the game way behind schedule.

Early in the game's development, I adopted an unreasonable update schedule; one major feature every 2 weeks. As a result, the game was developed under "crunch time" for several years straight; 15-hour workdays, no vacations, constantly sacrificing physical and psychological health, etc. This caused me to become "burned out", which severely reduced my productivity. Due to my ongoing obligation to devote most of my time to Yandere Simulator, I have never had an opportunity to recover from this burnout and return to normal levels of productivity.

There is another factor that is much more important than that, though. I have been mischaracterized, misportrayed, misrepresented, and character assassinated by drama YouTubers who financially benefit from producing content where they ridicule, shame, humiliate, and vilify their target. Going through this experience has caused me to feel like my life and career are permanently destroyed, which has killed my motivation to work on the game, reducing my productivity further.

The game could've been further into development by now, but being slandered and harassed on a daily basis for 5 years slowed me down.

          Horny: The Last Ass Eater

            Tits. Ass. Pussy. Feet.

Long ago, the four kinks lived together in harmony. Then everything changed when the Feet Kink attacked.

Only the horny, master of all four kinks, could stop them. But when the world needed him most, he vanished.

A hundred years passed and my brother and I discovered the new horny, an Ass Eater named Ricardo, and although his ass is great, he still has a lot to learn before he's ready to fuck anyone.

But I believe Ricardo can save sex.

            Pokimane and you are having a little chat in your mansion

              “Aha, Bartholemew, I had no idea you were so strong,” Pokimane teases, rubbing your bicep. You blush, and nervously smirk. “Well, what can I say? I’m just such a gym-head.” She laughs, offering a tantalizing look, her cerulean eyes contrasting sharply with the dim lighting of the largest bedroom in your mansion. “Well, I’ve always liked a real man,” she replies with a seductive smugness tinted with a sarcastic edge. It was as if she was saying: “God, I know I shouldn’t go through with this...but my body disagrees. Goddammit, Imane...” You start stroking her hips vertically, the tension now so palpable you could cut it with your abs. You near her ears and lick your lips. “You know what I like most about you, Ms. Anys?” Her heart rate surges, and her knees immediately tremble. She loved when you called her that: it gave her this sense of power-a sense of power she desperately wanted you to take from her. “Yeah, what is that Matthew?” she inquires shaking in pure delight, barely able to form a sentence. You grip her hips with your manly hands. She’s desperate to disguise her true feelings, but you both know that deep down, she’s undergoing nothing but pure euphoria. Every inch of her body is willing to give in to you, no matter how much she wants to hide it with her above-it-all pompoussness. “I like that you’re such a risk-taker,” you finish with a sensual peck on her hear. Oh my God. “I can’t do this to Hasan,” Poki’s conscious desperately tries to convince her-but a woman’s urges are a woman’s urges. And these urges are far more powerful than any sense of moral righteousness that she may desire. You start scratching at the jeans wrapped tightly wrapped around her thick, voluptuous right thigh. “This is happening, right here, right now!” you order, as your other hand starts unbuttoning her top without resistance. “Oh y-yes, daddy!” she responds, with a girlish stutter. “Yeah, something’s starting alright!” you hear a booming Turkish voice respond. Before you can turn your head, Hasan Piker beats the shit out of you, picks up Poki, and then spits on you. “Oh my God, Hasan, I’m so sorry!” He smirks. “Don’t worry about it, baby,” he said. “But I’m surprised you almost went through it-that guy was a fucking libertarian.” She couldn’t believe it. Oh my God, seriously?” she replies with disgust. “Yeah, and you know what we do to lib-“ before he could finish Pokimane drags your unconscious body to her front yard and runs you over with her ford carrola. “So much for the tolerant left,” you think, before it all blacks out.