You are literally the first person to ever get that out of the hundreds I’ve talked to on Xbox.

I have a bad habit of changing mine everytime I get super drunk at home. Drunk me will always pick some incredibly obscure literary reference and then misspell it. No one had a clue who “Flartibartfest” was or how to pronounce it.

*Crosses fingers*

I am now making special note in my will so my penis will be donated for transplant. My zombie penis will live on!

Grilled corn on the cob kicks major ass. My ladyfriend taught me a cajun grilled corn on the cob recipe that I could eat until my stomach exploded.

The amazing barbecue joint near my house has a sweet potato casserole that rocks my fucking world. It’s possible they add heroin to this shit it’s so addictive.

My guess is the focus on last-gen consoles stretched their resources to the point where they just didn’t have the time/money in the budget to port it to PC as well. The sequel will most likely make it over, though.

Whenever I make pasta sauce, I reduce a few cups of vermouth to a quarter cup or so and add that to the sauce as it’s cooking down. It adds an incredibly addictive sweetness. Strongly recommended.

Then you’ll know to get to Greenland before you’re infected.

You shut your mouth! The relationship me and sir Biningston have is real!

Like, I understand that it’s my fault for not managing my time and impulses better, but sometimes it feels like this game is trying to kill me through dehydration, starvation, and exhaustion.

I will never stop being thankful that I didn’t have this game in college. If by some miracle I had graduated, my GPA would have been abysmal.

4 turns a night?!?! What kind of superhuman deity are you?

On the one hand, I’m SOOOOOO excited about this. On the other hand, I have over 1000 hours logged in Civ 5, so this game will probably wreck my social life, lead to sleep deprivation, and cause all my household duties to go neglected.

an online shooter in which players travel through New York City wishing they were traveling through space

GUYS I AM SO FREAKING EXCITED ABOUT THIS!!! CANNOT WAIT!

Girl, I can’t seem to get you out of my head.

Anywhere from 3 weeks to 6 months. I like it short, which requires more regular cuts, but the ladyfriend is always trying to convince me to grow it out. Sometimes she’ll prevail for a few months—until I get frustrated with how uncontrollable it is and have it all hacked off in a fit of rage.

This looks awesome, but WHERE IS MADS?!?! I don’t see him and that distresses me.

I haven’t heard this many people complaining about something being shoved down their throat since the last otolaryngology symposium I went to.