really want to know how much the visitors scored
really want to know how much the visitors scored
Does Mexico just forfeit all of its matches now or what? Their fans are going to chant on goalkicks...
Shapeshifting
Just because he has big lips, bugged out eyes, and keeps talking about his watermelon doesn’t make it RACIST! It’s just a GAME that’s who he is! He’s not a real person!
Good thing he’s a Sontaran and not a man then.
Not really the same at all. Preferring a specific equipment manufacturer or having all the standard equipment produced in the same way isn’t the same thing as only being willing to use a controller with a rare malfunction. In the other two examples the equipment is functioning as intended and is readily available.
Lot of monsters in the comments here. Crunchy peanut butter is just peanut butter made by a lazy person who quit halfway through. It’s basically partially chewed peanuts. It defeats the point of pb.
Genius: “Hey lets take the most annoying property of this nutritious food away and make a convenient spreadable paste…
Hyrule Field as it appear in what? IN WHAT!!!
Simply because Gladiolus rejoins my party at about the same power level/stats from when he left, I’m going to assume the DLC ends with Gilgamesh gently touching his chest and saying “the true strength was within your heart all along”
Good to see Mourinho finally showing Juan Mata some love.
Twilight Princess didn’t look like a cartoon?
I can’t recall when Zelda had ‘serious’ textures.
Don’t forget “himself.”
Lovecraft was one of those few people I’d believe you can make a legit case for “hating everyone equally.” Sure, he hated Asians, Jews, Blacks, Women, and other standard targets, but also the French, the Scottish, the Welsh, New Englanders, the Spanish, nobility, poor people...
Hot take: Lovecraft wasn’t a very good writer, and his “unspeakable evils” and “horrors so unthinkable they drive you mad” was the only trick in his bag.
Your podcasts are good and you should feel good!
Cool story, bro.
This one should probably be the story about how you avoided getting molested by your mailman.
I had to have been 11 or 12. My little brother and I had gotten pretty chummy with our mailman at the time, and it got to the point where if he’d see us getting off the school bus a few blocks from our house, he’d give us a lift home in his mail truck, even letting me “drive” it down our cul-de-sac at one point (no…
At some point I resolved to stop making New Year’s resolutions because I was so bad at following through on them.…