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i misread that as "whored out for the pleasure of the unshaved"

the tragic romance of headless barbie and a dozen lego men.

if you meet the laughing buddha on the road, you must call his kids morons.

but master solo, the chances of contracting a-

i am the queen of bulgaria.

hmm… i felt that way about both of them. i mean, the missions in me2 have a bit more visual variety, but they're still basically long corridors filled with dudes to kill.

just imagine what it will be like once they add the virtual reality odor feature!

project morpheus?

that is the most uninspired maniacal laugh.

i remember spending a lot of time wondering if what i saw on the screen was really happening during that part.

in ultima V, there's that jaunty little song that iolo plays whenever you camp. my sisters and i even came up with lyrics for it! it goes:

the ravages of time shall make ducks of all of us.

damn it, someone get me the owl-b-gone.

rude

an early 20th century stream of consciousness novel?

my sister is a very nice person, apart from that.

and it also results in innocent people getting creeped out by random strangers.

huh! i did not know about that. i have learned about something through this.

call them "vine fucking artists", or vitiphiliacs for short.