You've got to admit they're getting better...
...a little better all the time!
Dr. Weintraub enlarged my breasts to an F-cup and made my nipples nice and huge and blurry.
Weak Potion of Depilation. 75 Gold. Look it up, buddy.
Yo, we're just some fly honeys hanging out on the steps of this here church bein' fun-lovin' and free!
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
Ignore the hype. Find out how these games will likely go right or wrong.
Featured articles and columns that don't fit anywhere else on Something Awful.