Clives: The Dreamer
When I "flirted" with people in game, I tried to make it so anyone reasonably intelligent wouldn't waste my time. I wanted the dumbest of the dumb, mostly in fear of a "Worst Case Scenario", where the John would somehow turn the prank against me. Clives, on the other hand, is what we like to call the "Best Case Scenario".
"Hott" with two t's. "You" with one letter.
Girl, you know it to be true. This guy is a total fucking idiot.
In Clives defense, I don't actually know how Cricket is played.
Ferguson's long arm of the law laments the latest cutback.
Simply put, if I had Johnny Manziel’s physical gifts, you better believe I would be there in the Weight Room, getting to bed early, doing whatever I had to do to be the best possible athlete I could be. I wouldn't be posting on social media about sucking titties. I wouldn't even look at a titty, buddy. I'd look at a titty and see two big footballs.
Expendable? You must be joking.
"World of Warcraft" has been sucking in cash and fat peoples' souls like a Ghostbusters containment unit, so it only seemed appropriate that Something Awful start up a section devoted to such a noble game. The Art of Warcraft tackles all the hot button ingame issues, and much more!