Remember the last time you were able to enter a room and every single girl flocked to you? Probably not… but it happened. You were 3 months old. It all kind of went downhill from there, didn’t it?
Good: 3 girls will flock to you in the year 2055 named Betty, Taquisha, and Ukranian lady named корова леди.
Bad: It will only happen if you can properly remember and pronounce their names.
You instantly whip at your raspberry pi (that thing never made you feel very manly) and input into a python variable:
Then you sit on your ass staring at Python code until the year 2055 rolls around.
March 2nd, 2055: It's your wedding. You finally found a girl willing to touch you. As say your vows 3 girls suddenly run towards you. You whip out your cute little raspberry pi, poke the preacher in the eye and
You never took that class in Russian. You still have no clue how to pronounce COPOBa NeAN. And the wedding finishes with you on your knees all alone praying to that big mythical figure in the sky to give you one more chance. You get a message from Mr(s)(X) Mythical Figure saying that chance will not come, and that MFer abandons you because there is one hell of a fucking party going on in Russia in 2055.
Use lists in Python. But do a better job than this. Or you will die alone.
