Steve: "Load space princesses into the torpedo tubes!"
Zack: Nice Rorschach mustache on this guy. I see a couple mermaids pissing. What about you?
Steve: I see a wicked space onslaught launched by the reptilian empire. Just the sort of thing I need to get me pumped up for non-stop alien action.
Zack: The last time I got pumped up for non-stop alien action my squad of Minuteman Patriots took so much meth we ended up on the southern side of the border in a shoot-out with cartel drug runners.
Steve: That didn't happen.
Zack: No, it totally did. I had my balls cut off and I was hung from a bridge in Ciudad Juarez.
Zack: Oh, no, my bad. That was a guy who tweeted once that he didn't like drugs.Steve: Maybe WE are the real aliens. Think about it. Stop the violence, people!
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.
A real friend doesn't move until the middle of August, ensuring temperatures in the 90s and a humidity that turns boxers into moist balls of ruined cotton.
Expendable? You must be joking.
Zack Parsons, Steve "Malak" Sumner, and friends tackle bizarre role playing game products that make them wonder, "What the fuck!?" From the early days of Gygax to contemporary role playing games, none will be spared.