I always enjoy staring at this exact framed photo any time I'm waiting at my local Domino's. It really gives me that Saturday night pizza feeling.
Stalinwolf
I have to agree. I have spent nearly 39 years on this earth and I've never had problems with outrage and/or targeted character assassination. That sounds like a problem for cunts.
ENNNOOUUGHHHHH!! WITH THE FFFFUCKIN' JŪSEI!!!!
"We're sorrey, Donnie!"
You're not wrong about Alliance zones feeling more fleshed out.. but over the last two decades of playing vanilla WoW on and off, every single time that I've rolled an Alliance character and tried my best to commit, I would eventually see a primitive ass Horde outpost with hanging feathers and dreamcatchers, with some bulky spiked Orc and a noble Tauren standing there.. and I would feel such an immense feeling of homesickness unlike anything I've ever felt in another game, and I would immediately delete that character and start over in Durotar.
Something about fighting for the honor of the Horde and the glory of the Warchief out there in an inhospitable land, with the inspirational swell of horns and indigenous drums just puts me in it. Like, really puts me in it.
Half the fun of ketchup is the PpPpPppPpPpptt!
Except when you get juice with it..
CDPR is about to serve us up the tutorial again, but with entirely new music.
He can't keep getting away with this!
My wife is always shocked to learn that despite communicating with him somewhat regularly, I have absolutely no details regarding any of my brother's upcoming plans or life events. Yes, I know he's engaged. I think I was one of the first to hear about it.. No, I don't know when he plans to get married, or where.. I don't know if he's going to South America again this year. I don't know any of this. It didn't come up. He will probably tell me if/when he does. I'm not really worried about it.
What do we talk about? Memes, mostly.. Most recently I've been sending him these fake Rastafarian AI doctor videos on Instagram with hilarious visual demonstrations of poop flying out of butts like a whirlwind while a passionate man talks about selling you his herbal cleanse. Now I've discovered the female version that is all about vaginal disbiosis and what to do "when ya poosee smell like a rotten fish mahhket" (you buy her secret Rasta herbal cleanse, that's what you do..)
But no, I don't know if he's coming for Christmas.
Maybe this fuckin' cop can figure out what keeps happening to all those balls that dissappear over that fence..
Can we please get hundreds of people down there to continuously shout "HUUUURRRRRR DUUUURRRRRRRR" until the project is finished?