MangoMojito
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I just want to hug Kesha. I actually have all of her super party girl albums, but I always thought that she could sing despite the autotune. She is my spirit animal. I adore her. Dr. Luke can eat a bag of rancid dicks.

I only have Sigrun left and I hate her with the passion of 10,000 firey suns. She keeps handing me my ass. I am missing components to upgrade my armor, and I don’t want to grind in Muspelheim to get them, so God of War and I are on a break. I downloaded Tomb Raider because it was on sale for $9 and I had not played

H & M Makes me stabby. Every time I go in there it’s like the racks threw up all over each other because the 17 year olds who shop there don’t put things back. And the plus sizes are relegated to a corner in the back with bad lighting that flickers - next to the maternity of course. So no, I don’t shop there. I can go

This is the most bored suburban housewife thing I think I’ve heard of in the history of ever.

Honestly, I feel like some of these white people didn’t get hugged enough by their mommy or daddy as kids.

So, if I watched an episode of Suits one time don’t I get an invite? Damn.

In 1988 I was 10. So, I saw it when I was 10. I’m pretty sure I saw it in the theater. The good theater that had actual working curtains to reveal the screen. I don’t think it caused me any undue issues. My parents are actually more okay with nudity than they were with us seeing violent or scary scenes. I do

Angie’s List and Home advisor are both free. I used Angie’s list to find an electrician to fix the wiring in my hallway. Basically I found several near my location and read the reviews then contacted each potential electrician directly.

I don’t mind the trolls. I minded those elemental ancients. I’m not patient enough to time throwing the ax when said elemental ancient’s chest is open just so. Also any and all Valkyries who scream “VALHALLA!” and “UNWORTHY!!” while they step on your head can die in a fire.

I was under the impression that as the trickster god, Loki could appear to be male or female depending on his (her?) whims which is why he birthed some of his children.

I started on normal too and kept getting my ass handed to me. I’m on easy and have one Valkyrie left (not including Sigrun) - Rota. She keeps beating on me. Her bar is a light blueish color - is that supposed to be like purple but not dark purple run away color, because if it is, I fear I’m never going to upgrade my

I enjoyed this game and both DLCs a lot. Honestly, I heard such bad things about the first game so I was pleasantly surprised when I ended up loving it. I hope the next game builds on this and the protagonist is likeable like my boy Marcus.

That does so little to actually fix the size of the text. It’s still minuscule. And I have 20/20 vision and a pretty big TV. I’m maybe 8 feet from the TV?

My guess is that she has blocked it out of her memory because it is so horrible.

You should come to Chicago and take a swig of Jeppson’s Malort, then. You’ll either thank me or hate me. But either way it tastes of bitterness and regret.

Y’all, I literally did this bit last night! Getting the Blades of Chaos was like coming home. Don’t get me wrong, I like the Leviathan Axe. It’s a fine weapon. It’s pretty awesome since I’ve maxed its skill tree out. But I’ve always enjoyed the frenetic fury of the Blades of Chaos and I’m personally happy to see them

The whole time I was battling Gunnr, I kept hearing that damn Odin raven in the room. Just me? I killed her. I killed the raven. She took me significantly more tries than the raven. Although the raven took me awhile to find in the tree. Haven’t been to the mist or fire realms.

Ha! I appreciate this GoT reference on a deep, spiritual level.

Nothing made me happier than when Kotaku followed me. It took like, five years.. Vaya con Dios, friend! :)

All good advice, but there are things I just enjoy doing better. It’s not worth it to me to run when I can lift weights in a Strength and Conditioning class, or do Zumba or Werq (I’m very dancey) , or take a Bootcamp class to make me regret the mimosas I had at brunch three hours prior. I like group fitness better