My brother has managed to Platinum this game.  I commend him for his persistence.  He tried to get me to play this game.  But, I really don’t want to play a game where a boss vomits on me during the fight.  And I don’t want to play anything so difficult that I would toss my one and only controller onto the ground in…

Well, I’m sorry your grandmother and mother don’t use it.  It’s awesome on my mac and cheese which always gets rave reviews. You should try it, you’ll thank me.

This looks like she didn’t use any paprika on the top, let alone salt and pepper. This is a crime against god and man. She’s the relative who keeps getting asked to bring the paper plates and plastic solo cups to the barbecue isn’t she?

Why...why did you have to put an image of him eating KFC while on the shitter out there? I feel so mentally violated. THERE IS NOT ENOUGH MIND BLEACH IN THE WORLD.

I’m still mad at Solas.  And each playthrough of Dragon Age Inquisition made me even more mad at him.  I had one PT where I punched him in the face and it gave me joy.  Me personally, not my inquisitor.  She was a horned bad-ass though.  But I think  she just wanted him to get off his high horse. 

Trashcan Lannister is an affront to all Lannisters, including that harpy Cersei. But this broad is horrible and deserves all the shade from an 11 year old that she gets. 

Well, he hasn’t devolved down to Robin Thicke levels of sad clownishness and put out an album. But it’s still early...

I’m still emotionally traumatized from Infinity War, but I did feel ridiculously happy to see Scott out of the quantum realm. I hope he has some kind of special quantum realm powers he can use to restore all the people or something.

In the one Nome where Cleopatra had her little base (Herakleon, I think), there were several houses of ill repute where you could look in and see ... things. You could also hear things.

Take all the stars. 

This is going to make MamaMojito so sad! My mother loves this series and has been looking forward to this for months. Why do you want to hurt my precious mother like this?!

My mom.

Chitlins have no place in polite society. You eat those at your own house. Don’t bring them to mine. I’ll cut you from my invite list.  

Boneless lettuce.  I’m dead. Take all the stars. 

Before she was a doctor, she worked in my hometown of Michigan City as the attendance officer at the high school.  I didn’t know her personally, but a lot of people from my hometown did, and she was, by all accounts, a cheerful, upbeat positive person.  A good person who didn’t deserve this.

No, I was specifically referring to the BF pirates that drove me bonkers with the nails on the chalkboard sound. But in this game there are the same five songs over and over and its maddening.

When I was looking for an apartment, all the ones I saw either had laundry or a dishwasher, but not both. The condo I rented had laundry in unit because I hate traipsing up and down stairs to go to a coin operated washer. We ended up buying it as the owner made my husband and me an offer we couldn’t refuse ($25,000…

“Damn, that’s good leather!” How you caught fire lighting a damn brazier in a tomb is beyond me. But do you, Kassandra/Alexios.

I might finally finish Assassin’s Creed Odyssey.  After that?  I have the Spyro trilogy for some nice, throwback fun.

Cazzo! Nek! Malaka! I wish they said “I’m on fucking fire!” in Greek.  Zeus knows they say that enough.