You know, that’s a good question, what country is 2025?
You know, that’s a good question, what country is 2025?
When reading anything published by The Daily Mail, it’s best to assume that the story ranges between poorly reported and outright fabricated.
Hard candy licorice I’m fine with. “Wax tube of sadness” licorice? Straight to jail.
The early interface prototype was much bulkier.
NA NANANA NANAANANA NA KATAMARI DAMACY
The orcs are out here being cool with everybody and everybody else looks at them like “THE HELL YOU WILL”
“Civil Forfeiture”
Confessions of a Dangerous Mind is one of my favorites. Despite the fact that I’m not usually a rom-com guy, I actually liked Mr. Right.
Sam Rockwell.
No judgement for liking what you like, but having played it when it first came out I have to admit my first thought was “they couldn’t be arsed to finish the first one and you already want a second?”
In fairness I haven’t gone back through it after my initial playthrough, so maybe it’s better than last I saw it. At the time there were something like 20 skills in the tree that just straight up didn’t do what they were supposed to, half the stuff in the trailers was just made up, and cops could materialize from your ass.
“This is the thanks I get for bringing you breakfast in bed?”
Can’t brick what I’m not gonna buy in the first place.
Remember kids: What do we call non-consensual sexual activity?
“Presidential behavior”
Read this in the same voice as
That’s a picture of the body of Benito Mussolini.
Their bodies were left in a heap, and by 9:00 a.m. a considerable crowd had gathered. The corpses were pelted with vegetables, spat at, urinated on, shot at and kicked; Mussolini’s face was disfigured by beatings.
Not for me. I think it’s just luck of the draw.