Yank the body off and graft a clean Pontiac Fiero onto it for the ultimate reverse kit car.

2010's Metroid: Other M on Wii (which, cards on the table, I enjoyed)

I got caught up in an emotional win, and yeah, it should have been something I did in the locker room

On the one hand, it’s Ohio State, so fuck ‘em. There is no other hand.

Alyx and Chell team up with intriguing fps/puzzle based co-op gameplay. Chell makes portals that Alyx shoots Combine through. GlaDOS returns as a partner with the Combine but ultimately becomes a playable ally. The innovation brings us into a golden age of gaming

He can read his name and shit.

I have four in about 20 years of playing. Great story about my first one though. I had been playing for about 7 years and I went out with a buddy who maybe played twice before. We were on hole 15 and after I lay one right under the basket, my buddy chucks his disc and it bounced off about 30 trees and falls into the…

Great scott! That is a lot of money.

“I detect hints of week-old Taco Bell, last night’s series of emptied Sam Adams, and... heavily-worn tube socks... wait! Used for more than one purpose, at that! Sir, have you been tailgating in Buffalo recently?”

Crack pipe just for the fact that I don’t want to deal with discarding the owners crack pipe.

So I shouldn’t be trying to rip out my foods spine but screwing up and just lightly punching it?

Since there really isn’t much left besides paint that makes this a FMF edition, I’m going to buy it and paint it in a fake Harley edition.

Geez, isn’t it boxy enough already?

Priced like it’s an original import. The 90s plastic dash and sad fabric seating is stealing the vibe. Even more so than the black plastic grille.

I guy in my old ‘hood had one of these with the 3.4 Camaro v6. Not Mustang 5.0 fast, but kill you dead fast. I mean dead. Dead dead.

He doesn’t want to say no. He wants his kid to have fun playing a video game. And he wants that more than he wants a bunch of cool video game swords.

His street name is “Times New Roman”.

Unless its Willie Mays Hayes Beetle, I wan’t none of it good sir.

Only one of two options: either he’s trying to lull Mayweather into a false sense of security, or my co-worker sprung for Pay-Per-View so we can all watch a boy be murdered on television.

This is the type of answer I would expect from the typical, uneducated UFC fan. The type of answer who would overlook superior outcomes such as meteor or sinkhole under the ring.