Because we all know that we’ll confuse a game with more words, with a game with less words. What next - they going to sue the Doom Troopers franchise because people might confuse it with Doom?

No, just a terminal case of stupidity and an utter inability to relate to his fellow humans by their humanity as opposed to their business acumen.

Last I checked, we called this sort of thing “blood money.”

I’m sure President Sunny D will get it once our old pal, Catheter Cowboy, shows up wearing a yarmulke.

So basically... if you’re a kid, you’re fine, but if you’re an adult, you’re fucked?

They’re the Eagles. Come on.

Meanwhile, we have Jack fucking Eichel.

It wasn’t blood blisters, guys.

This is terribly off-topic, but about all that was missing from your life being ultra-interesting is your father also having paid a visit to King Arthur’s Court.

“So from a female’s perspective, she wants some way to control who’s going to be the father.”

Correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t there something about “Separation of Church and State” in the Constitution?

Day? Sheeeit, bars here don’t close until 4 AM, man.

In Soviet Russia, tire drives on YOU!

America: Land of the free white, home of the brave chickenshits.

“The game’s so easy now even a four-year old can play it! What next, babies automatically all get blue shells?! Are they going to add Barney, too?!”

It’s more about the tide that is the key.

Someone wrote it. Now we’re going to watch Congress do what it does best: Play Hot Potato.

I live in Buffalo, but everyone in this country by now has had Buffalo Wings. (Which aren’t called that here in Buffalo - just get “wings.” They’re all Buffalo Wings basically. Trust me.)

Sure, sure.

Censorship, when it comes to games, is definitely a thorny issue.