You're the modern Thoreau"Sorry, ma." You mumble, but when you get to your bedroom door, you slam it extra hard so she knows how unhappy you feel about your punishment. You don't need soda. You don't need sister. You don't need mom (just her money and cooking and car riding and laundry help). You don't need WoW either. You sign on and tell all your friends you aren't coming. After you have rejected the world, you lie out on your bed and play your Nintendo DS. You've read enough of Walden to know how smart you are.
It's time to get a new TV. Your old one was made like two years ago, and so much has changed. You might as well be looking at a dinosaur's butthole. Why would you keep doing that, when you could be looking at a robot's butthole?
This libtard terminator keeps asking for guns that don't exist and I may have to close early out of frustration.
My game is funded. Now I know everything.
Sea of Thieves: Reduced the number of quest types from 3 to 2
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