I don’t understand why this is such a hard concept for people to grasp. It seems like people want to drop the age to something like 14 or 15, instead of doing something like having brackets where it is okay for high school-aged kids to bone without worrying about the law, but not for grown-ass adults to have sex with…

It would be nice if the industry was to “allow” more more diversity when it comes to content creators, so we don’t need things like inclusion riders.

Switch axe.

Could be they do.
My issue was that they were enraged and constantly dropping bombs all the time. Not to mention they couldn’t bear to be apart for more than a minute or two; dung bombs be dammed.

When I got the two tempered Beetlejuice monsters, I tried a bunch of groups and failed the quest several times to the other three hunters all carting at the same time, so I soloed it and it was much easier.

I fight everything once solo and grind in groups. I think that’s a pretty common practice.

I actually “designed” (drew ideas on paper) a game about school shootings when I was a kid, years before Columbine. The idea was to drive around the school and shoot into it, then go in and take out survivors.
I have no idea what possessed me to draw this in between Zelda clones and Mega Man robots.I was in no way a…

Oh, this must be the Islamic jihadists influence on Hollywood I just got an email from the Center for Security Policy about.
Not sure how I got on their mailing list, but they can f*ck off.

I think we can assume they realized opening anything up to the “Internet’s” opinion is a bad idea.

Keeps computers/networks/servers running.

I know. My brother, who makes $8 million (exaggeration) more than me from home calls me randomly, while I’m at work.

I don’t get into relationships because of my debt. It is simple; nobody else needs the bleak future I made for myself when I was young (er) and dumb (er).

It’s getting real bad between the “omg, what’s wrong, they didn’t text back” and work asking why you didn’t answer that fukkin email the office workaholic sent you at 10:35 p.m.

It was 2002. I was playing a game of Warcraft III in when my out of town girlfriend arrived for her weekend visit.
I never won online matches. Never. So, naturally, I was winning this one. It was hard to concentrate as she took her clothes off and crawled into my bed, but I finished the match, damnit.

Somebody, somewhere, is doing just that. You know I am right.

Let’s talk about the moment where we decided to stop watching.

Just beat the surprise quest that locks down your hunter rank until you kill two tempered Bagel Geese. Then my friend got the quest and I had to do it again.

“You’re gonna walk out of this room today knowing why you’re skeptical that humans are causing a climate crisis,” Lakely promised, a serene mountain landscape screensaver filling the projector screen to his left. “You’ll see with your own eyes that we’re not causing a climate crisis.”

How do people that think like this live with themselves.