it's the blasted recession when everybody & their pennies have been acting a bit weird and you just happen to have a million flat bronze saucers lying around with no midas touch goodness whatsoever. the mighty internet teaches me to indulge in the pointless, miserable, monotonous, nonchalant yet strangely satisfying art of penny stacking. clicken est enlärgen.























after the grueling amount of time it takes you to stack what can only be described as what the fuck is this, synonymous time passage associated with penny stacking tests your patience, concentration and manual dexterity. of course, the whole point of it all being not testing manual dexterity malarchy or the rigidity or steadydity but more watching it all crash at the end as an excuse for a shoddy attempt to replicate the recession.