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You’re still on about this, months later, all because of a goofy inoffensive joke where I had to re-read the whole thread to remember what you’re even on about. You’re literally the only person on this planet that gives a shit about any of this.

This year is almost TOO good for games. I keep wanting to get back to Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but things keep coming out that I’ve been anticipating, and now we’re two weeks out from Mortal Kombat 1. At least I can skip Starfield, I’m done with “the game really starts after the 500 hour mark” type RPGs. 

Wait, it’s an active program? I assumed they were just re-running the same block of episodes over and over.

Armas-geddon 2023! Let’s do this thing!

Same. There was a time where this would have been exciting news, but as it stands now, my immediate reaction is “Ugh, I’m good, thanks”. 

Fuck, man. As someone who barely knows wrestling post-Attitude era outside of cultural osmosis and games... I sure as hell knew who Bray Wyatt was. RIP.

His chuckle after “I’ve got you pegged” in the new theme is certainly making me worried for Freddy’s character arc. 

As a blonde with a red beard... oh... oh no, I’m starting to get mad about fudge rounds and welfare, somebody take my guitar away before I start strumming!

Ohhh, I see it! 

My brain is refusing to parse the header image. Where is his left arm? 

We weren’t ready for that sweet, sah-weeee-hee-heet Laurel Canyon sound. 

I’m not even ready for this jelly, don’t overwhelm me here.

Buzz among the insiders is that it was going to feature an eccentric rich guy who likes to dress as a bat and punch the crime out of people. 

Whoa whoa whoa, we haven’t even gotten the Cats butthole cut yet, or the It’s Pat! Criterion release. We’re nowhere near the point of exhuming Sucker Punch for any reason. 

I had forgotten that he was close with The Residents until a post this morning reminded me (not sure how I forgot, the Playhouse is basically a living Residents album cover), and now I’m saddened all over again. 

Please let Richard Karn never be a POS. 

It’s too early to be making the dumbest post of the day. Save it for the evening, eh? Give the other bad takes a chance.

I’m just here for the doughnuts. 

FFS, there was no “reveal” yesterday, no more than Art Bell’s callers “revealed” aliens. Until we see a body or a truly otherworldly piece of tech for ourselves, nothing happened yesterday that was any different from the family that swore they had a talking mongoose with human hands. 

No, because they write.