Shit, musta been the psilocybin that threw me off.
Shit, musta been the psilocybin that threw me off.
“You should ask for a refund.”
“You say it was an everything bagel?”
“That’s right.”
“And that explains the weed and coke?”
“Yes.”
“Then where’s the opium and meth…?”
Isn’t a cyber truck electric…? Aren’t you worried about sharks?!?
I’ve used split screen Halo to learn some completely unaware buddies about simple military strategy, such as “QUIT STANDING IN FRONT OF ME WHEN I’M HURLING GRENADES!!1!”
GREAT SUGGESTION
Is anyone keeping score on how many hostages the IDF has killed vs Hamas…?
I miss real gaming journalism, not this sycophantic shit we’re all subject to nowadays. Replace all of Kotaku with “internet rando” already.
This guy didn’t surrender, he was rescued by Ukraine.
And it’s mystery is exceeded only by it’s power.
It’s e-lon-GUS, not e-LON-gus.
Incontinentica…
🤐😅
…Buttocks.
😄😆😂🤣
I’m sorry, Pooty, i can’t make out what you’re saying. Try to stop blubbering. Take a deep breath. Wipe your nose off. Here, take a sip from your SpongeBob sippy cup.
Ok, feel better? Now, without whining this time. What do you want?
Kaiju No. 8 and Cowboy Bebop for me. Tank! is my ringtone.
Exactly!
I hear Wagner mercs are huge fans!
Instructions unclear. Dick stuck in numerator.
“According to my calculations, we’ll just have to wait here, oh… about six years.”