I don’t want to experience the Nina Tucker chimera scene again.
Lord knows that when I look back on all the women I’ve loved, I primarily think about the men they worked for.
When Eric fell into the gorilla cage at the zoo as a child, onlookers were terrified that there’d be a bloodbath until zookeepers tranquilized the young man.
You’ve obviously put a lot of thought into this. Now just imagine how many cheese balls you could’ve eaten in the time you spent thinking this through.
Nobody ever invites me to join sex cults :(
He’s A Dim Son...
Do not hate LaVar Bell. You are playing right into Lavar Bell’s hands if you hate Lavar Bell. You are giving him more power by hating, you are enhancing his image if you hate him, you are making him larger if you hate him. Like Freddy Krueger in the first Elm Street.
I’ve never worked in games, but by an incredible coincidence, my last name actually IS “My uncle who works at Nintendo.” “Scott My uncle who works at Nintendo” my full name. It’s a family name, a bit long but important to my heritage nonetheless.
When I first got my married, it was a tough call to convince by bride to…
I always hope Nintendo employees are uncles, just so that their nieces and nephews can make the infamous claim with confidence.
Worst Foodspin article ever. Not one recipe for dog.
I know it’s common to break out a pun thread every time something like this comes up, but someone’s gotta take a stand and put up some resistance.
Not wanting to show up for Atlanta regular season games means he’s an Atlanta fan at heart
it’s not cooley’s fault that redskins country just so happens to overlap completely with polka country
It’s crazy, it seems like the jokes will never let up. But please, you got to keep your head up
I started D&D on the first edition when I was twelve. I happen to be female. It was our habit to draw a representation of our characters and use them as screens so that other players couldn’t see your notes / character sheets. Myself and the other female player always drew our characters (not well) in the usual half…
A child’s first smile. A mother’s kiss. A new love’s glance. All of these people will eventually die. Life’s sweetest moments are inherently fleeting
I really miss the weekday afternoon line up of a Saturday Night Live rerun, Kids in the Hall rerun and then Coneheads.
You probably could've had a working Sandler/Piven thesis.