herpderpderpityderp
wastingtimeontheinternet
herpderpderpityderp

ABANDON HIS PUBLIC?

He only had the most stressful job in the fucking world for eight fucking years. He’s a fucking private fucking citizen and can do whatever the fuck he wants.

But then, that’s Destiny 2 in a nutshell, isn’t it? Make design mistakes, refuse to learn from them, and make all your communication with your fanbase as vague and noncommittal as possible while cloaking in pseudo-grandesque language.

It’s definitely an issue at the moment with max light only achievable via extreme grind, extreme luck or abusing a certain bug that came to light yesterday.

I’m guessing that’s a big ol’ LOLNOPE.

This is what denial looks like. They were absolutely playing better defense. Help, close-outs, contests, all better than the first two games. Who the fuck knows if it’ll continue in Boston.

2/1 ratio, mixed berries/kale. Masks it pretty well.

Of all the reasons I’ve had to “counsel” people at work, talking about their hygiene is easily the worst.

I GET WHAT YA DID THERE.

Then there is her nephew, who developed a special cannabis strain dubbed “Markle’s Sparkle” in honor of the big day.

If Bungie.net forums take on human form I’m going to save it the trouble. I always forget that as irritating as the subreddit is, at least it’s moderated semi-competently.

I was just complaining to my partner about how someone I play with sometimes always complains about Destiny when we play Destiny together.

It has been a super shitty morning at work so far; this joke genuinely made me laugh out loud and feel a little better. I appreciate it.

Reading is hard, I know, but give it a shot one of these days.

Inject this story directly into my veins.

She looked to be tumble-dance-fighting with those other people just fine.

I watched “A History of Violence” in theaters. For whatever reason, I hated it. Laughed at serious parts and thought everyone involved forgot how to act. I walked out about halfway through. I watched it again at home a few months ago and it was fine.

No one is truly dead. Just highly repressed.

Jealous of your rainy cold day.