Was that the one where you choose the exciting planet and you get lost in one choice, the end?
What about the cookies of your heart?
I remember a Christian Choose Your Own Adventure ripoff where every wrong decision involved you getting killed or going to Hell. And that's the end.
Steve Jackson did the RPG books. Some were really good. Then there was a four-book series that was an entire adventure where you had goddess Libra to guide you (unless of course you fucked up and accidentally cursed her)
I was more taken with the title. But the Abominable Snowman and the House of Danger (because someone built the thing inside a giant Venus Flytrap) are truly beautiful.
I like the one where they explain the disappearance of the Mayans with a UFO.
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Sorry dude, even if AV Club was looking for a new Nathan Rabin, you ain't him.
But first we get the "well I'm a middle class white dude, but I'm going to be insulted on behalf of poor people" bullshit.
And terrible people.
Well aren't you just the cutest little rich kid. Yes you are. Yes you are. Why don't you tell us about your trip to Europe next?
So why is Macklemore oppressing you?
And you have to be a moron to think that you're going to find those bugs at a thrift store where they wash everything thoroughly before putting it on the racks.
He's funny? Really? I found him condescending and clueless.
I already said this above, but my smoking jacket is fucking awesome and I'm quite certain that it came from the 70s.
Actually Madrigal is condescendingly speaking on behalf of poor people in order to defend them from Macklemore who dares to make a song about stuff that poor people actually do instead of stuff that poor people fantasize about.
Ragstock in Minneapolis was the thrift shop for the cool college kids. They sold a shitload of German army jackets.
I'm poor (not so much these days) and I grew up getting my clothing from thrift shops and being the kid who came to school with the pants that were too short or ugly as hell or the jeans that were generic and not labeled.
And Madrigal goes straight to the Tumblr cliche of CHECK YOUR PRIVILEGE