I walked into that one so hard I have a bruise on my forehead.

My friends and I used to play "Congo". One group would be the gorillas, and the other the research team, and we'd run at each other from opposite ends of a hallway hitting anyone within range with pillows and Nerf darts. This game had very little to do with the actual movie.

Maybe I should consider moving there. If the men wear them too, I probably will move there.

I don't think any modern developer would touch the arcade light gun sniper rifle controls of "Silent Scope" with a ten-foot pole.

Aw, I liked the "Silent Hill" movie. A shitty adaptation, absolutely, but some of the set piece visuals — the flashlight scene and the climax with the razor wire especially — elevate it nearly to, like, "art horror."

What emu are you running on Android? My productivity and social life really tried to stop me from asking.

Corporate locking the developers of a mammoth franchise out of the game's promotional stage is a very "Metal Gear" twist, though.

I'm delighted by how many Tim Schafer plays they've done. His disgusting "Day of the Tentacle" mousepad is a thing of beauty.

Disappointingly, Audente's comment was not in any way interrogative, so we're no closer to discovering the Ultimate Question.

My post-apocalypic fantasy has always been to be gunned down while defending my stockpile of Twinkies from wasteland marauders.

Gesundheit, Amerika!

I'm going to use all that free time to finally learn how to juggle!

That certainly explains the inability to correctly pluralize.

Truly, the wisdom of Brietbart commenters spans generations.

Wait, what's the ratio of daughters to husbands? Because from the way that post is written it sounds like they're sharing.

Brazil wasn't built in a day.

Notice how, at least in the U.S., where there's a roundabout — we call them "car loops"— there's always a cop watching for people who don't yield to the left? Clearly, the work of Satan.

Ahh, no! Not the pee! Not the pee! Aaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!

I got a fountain pen as a gift, and I think I need to buy a real desk so I don't have to fret about the possibility of losing it like I lose all of my sunglasses.

I read your self-published zine of photographs of urban decay!