So basically the Brady Anderson of his era?

Dang it, I would literally drop every other game for the next month or two to play a broke-ass version of Ghost Rider in Blackout.

I only have one question and I can’t find it addressed anywhere: CAN ZOMBIES RIDE QUAD BIKES?????

God what a great pic.  I wonder, at what point did he transform from Smeagol to Gollum?  His HS classmates describe him as a dick, so it must’ve been junior high or even earlier, right?  Can you imagine being stuck in the same homeroom with that creature?  

How is it that every little thing can make a cop “reasonably” fear for his life, but when a commanding officer tells his patrolmen to shoot someone on sight, it’s a “joke” and “not an actual threat”?

Shit, buying one of the $1500 Saturn Ions available on pretty much CL in the country and then blowing the other $1500 at your nearest casino would almost certainly be a better bet than this thing.

The guy who plays Edmund Kemper is spectacular; the series would be worth watching for his performance alone.

1-30 or whatever should be the various flavors of Flor de Michoacan paletas, in whatever order one prefers.

And fully insure.  

The local ones here are both $52/month for individuals, $71 for families. I’m not a member, but every time I drive by the one near work, the parking lot is completely packed, so it must be pretty good. And it’s really the only option in town for things like racquetball and swimming.

“Punks in the Beerlight, Toulouse-Lautrec”. And he actually lands it? Jesus christ, what a disaster. This is as bad as Prince.

I think I’m gonna throw up; I fucking loved The Natural Bridge and Starlight Walker as much as anything produced in all of the 90s.  Now he belongs to the ages.  

No way, it’d be the Vette owner’s funeral, there are Chevy dealerships in all kind of absurdly tiny burgs. Hell, the town I went to high school in (pop. ~800; one stoplight, which it’s since lost) had one. Think about the implications of some goober yokel who might see the car once in a blue moon performing actual…

So where is Kool Keith?

“Let them eat steak”.  

I’m pretty sure Mr. Pitt changed the name to Moland Spring.  

It’s strange that not a single bottle appeared to be a piss jug, though...

I couldn’t agree more. In fact, as an occasional recreational troll, I actually regret that I can but salute this bravura performance. The neighbor is not psychologically equipped to deal with this lady; she’d best come groveling with a world-class casserole or just move out now and save what’s left of her battered…

Amen. I remember once as I was riding home on the Blue Line after work (super late, as usual), an older gentleman came up to me as I was listening to my iPod and wanted to speak with me (god knows why); I took my earbuds out and he starts out with a lamentation for the bygone age of his own youth, when no one had…

Dude, don’t. I have it on PC, but was scheduled for a spinal fusion in Dec., so I also bought it on PS4 when it came out, thinking it would maybe be a decent diversion while I was convalescing, and easier to tolerate in a recliner than a desk chair. I played it once; there were huge stretches of the match where my FPS…