Yeah, basically. 20% minimum for anything but really should tip $2 on your first drink even if it’s a $3 high life.

The building element is the reason I don’t like Fortnite.

And there it is. Nothing to do with actual limitations. These companies are just cheap fucks. Typical. So be it. I’ll pay a “Switch tax”. But stop setting this dangerous precedent where all Switch games are a box with digital codes in it (RE: Revelations, you can die) or done half -ass...id...ly? (Is that a word?)…

Massachusetts has been studying this and has put forth a recommendation that we move to AST. The fun part is most of the New England state legislatures have passed measures that basically say “if Mass goes, we go” so one vote on Beacon Hill could shift an entire region.

My distraction during elementary school was Hardy Boys. I would borrow a book from the school library and rush through my assignments in order to have more time to read. This angered one of my teachers to such a degree that he prohibited me from bringing non-curriculum books into the classroom.

When I was a kid it was Wacky Wall Crawlers...

Yes, hugfart, I’m the one who’s easily offended.

There seemed to be a lot of “serious basketball people” on Twitter really pleased to see UMBC get “exposed.” It must be strange to hate fun.

Don’t worry. Nobody will remember. This is Virginia’s year.

Cincinnati upset like my bowels after some Skyline chili! Ha ha! Zing!

He needs to be careful, you never know which Republican family values man might try to take him up on that.

Former Gawker writer!

Holy shit, if this is performance art, 10/10.

So I’ve completed about 64% of this game, (Yes, I did the math) and while the first three years sucked, they sucked for different reasons. I thought my grades were the singular only things that ever mattered and would study and do homework five to six hours a day, usually more on the weekends. Because I took super…

It looks like some other commenters tire of your puns, but I think this thread will gain traction.

GET. OUT.

Top sheet, then fleece blanket, then thin knit blanket, then quilt. It sits on me like a ton of bricks and it’s like heaven.

Barry, you prude, you’re acting like you’ve never stuffed a platonic friend’s muff in your face then transitioned her into a hurricarana in the name of competition before.

“I Did It For the Achievement.”

Best. Trophy. Name. Ever.

I am contractually obliged to put Papa Roach last though.