Hi, creepy old man standing outside a church, guess which mod I just installed?
You guessed right!
Alright, Brad Pitt, jeez.
Hey, who wants to read filthy blocks of text about dicks in butts? You're in luck!
I can do little other than concur with this last image.
That's it for Act II of our journey through the hell of Oblivion mods. Next week I'll be bringing you the third and final installment with a bevy of terrifying mods from Japan.
Thanks again to Oblivion mod superstars RobTG and Wise Old Hitachi, as well as giZm, Grundma, Gutrot, Hellburger99, Ogniem I Mieczem, onimonkii, seizurelater, slo, Somberortron, and Trench Foot. Without the hard work of these fine gentlemen we never would have known about Michael Jackson and prostitution mods for Oblivion. That's gotta count for something, right? Right!?
Are we not allowed to be real parents anymore? We may have feared the CyborFreaks, but we damn well respected them and learned about boundaries.
A thousand years ago, dudes were dying from splinters, but now the wizard potion that cleans our light wounds costs less than a Dr. Pepper in 1994. I love this medicinal 7up.
Ron Paul spins in his chair, trying to grab his decorative antique musket but Freddy gets it first.
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