jrobinson1705
jrobinson1705
jrobinson1705

Ratchet and Clank

I can honestly say I have not played a realistic shooter I have really enjoyed since SOCOM II.

I watched it and found it funny and relatable. Mostly because I’m a 34-year old married male with no kids, two dogs, and who often wears snappy suits.

Stupid life, forcing me into being a 34-year old professional with no friends!

Stupid life, forcing me into being a 34-year old professional with no friends!

Also, WTF, no Windows ME support?

I bought that Anker jump starter yesterday. I’m excited to put it in my truck and forget about it.

I bought that Anker jump starter yesterday. I’m excited to put it in my truck and forget about it.

Ohh. I’ll still be getting it.

The Division says hello

Come now people. Let he among you who has not fallen victim to the Steam Sale cast the first stone.

Neither is MLB.TV

That ship graveyard was tough for me to get through. It’s a less on poor enemy placement. Honestly, Uncharted 3 should have been the damn pinnacle of the series, it had my favorite levels and the emotional story to boot but I couldn’t get past the gameplay. That sinking ship level, and the plane crash with the surreal

It’s the one thing that used to annoy the hell out of me. I had to struggle to finish the first two, never finished the third or the Vita one because I got so sick of being funneled into shootouts as filler between the cool environmental stuff.

I’ve never seen this. I will now shirk my professional duties and secretly watch it, in its entirety, at my desk.

We need to find you a girlfriend.

Comrade, get me the duck tape...yes, all of it.

I just want to know how you feel about Alex?

I’ll never understand why having children is so damn important

I used to joke with my parents that I was going to be a porn star when I grew up. They countered that genetics would make sure that didn’t happen. They won that argument.

On the occasion that someone starts watching my stream they can enjoy a visual of me yelling at my hyper dogs to leave me alone and to my wife that “no, I don’t know where [insert item] is.”

Get a job ya hippy. And get off my lawn!