Fake and gay. Anon had sex.
Fake and gay. Anon had sex.
Straight and real. Anon didn’t get laid.
Bone Tomahawk had a VERY short checklist to meet.
And BOY did they deliver and more.
“may run”?
Get this nonsense “news” out of here.
I’m gonna put “quotes” wherever I “damn” well please
You’re not my “real” dad
My grandfather owned a farmhouse out in Nebraska, and we’d go out to the “crick” and wade around in leech infested waters and get bit by mosquitos until sundown. Then we’d pick ticks off the farm dog and dread going to the bathroom because he had a rule “if it’s yellow let it mellow, if it’s brown flush it down”
He also ran a nudist colony in the desert in California during the winter months. Interesting man.
What a joke. Valuing pirated games as full value for a fucking video game bust.
I got into an argument with a coworker over whether or not Grover qualifies as a sex icon. Everyone agrees that Gonzo is, but Grover was much more divisive.
At least you outlived the Dreamcast
Todd Howard is essentially an alternative religious figure at this point, and I’m tired of pretending he’s not.
He looks like he’d make a mess of my pots and pans if he got into my kitchen.
Anon didn’t get laid.
Story is probably true.
To be fair, the first 3 hours of Indigo Prophecy are absolute kino.
My ex-girlfriend used to break oatmeal cookies over my bare chest and would vacuum it up with a Bissell handheld vacuum. She’d call me her oatmeal boy and make me empty the vacuum after we were done.
She got out of prison last year and tried to crash at my place. Haven’t heard from her since.
Just rewatched the 13th floor this week, it’s SO close to being excellent, but doesn’t quite reach what it could be capable of.
Fun flick, main actor is better than I remembered.
The ballistic fist is still one of the most satisfying weapons in all of gaming, and you can’t convince me otherwise.
Punching someone to fire shotgun shells point blank into their face will never get old.
Bahahaha maybe lead with that next time.
You know what the answer is.
John Goodman once gave me cocaine at a bar near the Chinese Theater in Hollywood, and none of my coworkers were there to see it so they didn’t believe me.
I would make a deal with the raccoon as long as it continues to pretend to be my wife for social events.