I have yet to witness a fulfilled life that is not flush with 20 Robux a week.

/S just in case people thought I gave more than two craps about Roblox.

Joking aside, retail therapy is a thing. Some people shop when they are lonely/bored. Ask my exwife.

Plot twist! By then you will need a second job to fund your child’s Need for Robux.

Imagine getting a haircut and a handy at the same time.

It looks exactly like a ‘rad car’ that I doodled in my social studies notebook after slamming two bottles of Robitussin.

And also, if one of the wheel motors breaks down will the inevitably obtuse software of the car allow me to drive on three wheels, or will it sit idle until a certified technician arrives and inputs a service code?