mr-wilson
Mr. Wilson, Reluctant Pumpkin King Incarnate
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I love how her first response to her dad walking towards it’s, “Don’t touch it”... It only makes me feel I have even more of a rapport with a little lady going nuts over my favorite car when she worries that her parents will headbutt nice things into oblivion if allowed to get too close, as is a concern with my own.

On one hand, I can see why a tricky sort of multiplayer action like this probably wouldn’t work with the game, as tons of players meeting up on the advertised-to-cuss bajillion planets would mean probably needing a computer coincidentally and suspiciously-appropriately the size of the moon to keep it all working.

Funny you should post this shortly after I began questioning how a certain gonzo journalist could get me so interested in getting behind the wheel of a fire-apple red land yacht...

... Thanks, but suddenly I prefer the gif.

I think “I remember the blitz” is going to become part of my wisecrack arsenal.

Aw, no tongue-in-cheek “lens flare stun attack”?

Anybody remember “Mercenaries”? Not sure about the second, but the first certainly let you change the world...

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Uncanny timing, as I saw this slightly amusing, more often infuriating rundown of what it is that’s basically this article, for those who prefer videos...
It’s annoying to think that chances are just admitting that what we already had thanks to D.B. Cooper and Co. isn’t good enough for who or whatever insists on

I see phase 2 has a movie titled, “Fastpass: Forward to the Past”...

Lotuses or Loti.
Still trying to figure out if you pronounce the former “Low-tuh-sees”, so adding this movie screencap’s funnier and ever-so-slightly more relevant.

Fuck that green egg, in particular.
And ham, too.

I was wondering why this situation seemed familiar, realized, then paused to make sure no one else already posted it...
Kinda’ one-upped them by not even bothering to hork it down and deal with the brain freeze before taking off.

There’s probably a ton that I’m blanking out on, but I can’t just think of one, and the first two come to mind for the same reason.
(Hint: They’d probably compare nicely size-wise to the classic.)
As for the third, why wouldn’t I want something that’s so tailored for hitting the beach that the interior’s themed towards

I wish I’d a nice frame of reference to understand all this...
I see “17 years for a 35-mile tunnel” and immediately think, “Well how long would our red tape-fetished government take to do this?”
‘Course you can’t just get a ballpark of how fast the boring machine could work either because of those 73 sorts of rock, and

Is it just becoming a thing where twerps slip behind stuff meant to keep them out and ruin nice things now?
The lions, then the gorilla, now poor Lego Nick here.

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In case the buggy laptop’s failing to load the video means everyone else’s left in the dark too...
Wish the system gave me more time to edit when things are bugging out.

I was well over enraptured by it, until the opponent appeared and reminded me that typically dragsters are only tearing off down a strip during a race...
Then my emotions veered hard towards an embodiment of that Youtube darling dumbass screaming at his cat to RUN! F—-ING RUUUN!

I love how there was a photo of them doing the Charlie’s Angels pose conveniently around for an article photo...
Suddenly I’m convinced I need to get someone to take photos of me in the pinstripe super-suit playing Mr. Hero with the best bud, just in case.

It just pains me that they waited around instead of confronting

There’s undoubtedly something inherently compelling about “liveness.”