MANCE. THE SOLDIER. BRED TO BE A (video game) KILLING MACHINE, HE STALKS THE NIGHT LOOKING FOR THE (video game) ENEMY. DO NOT CROSS HIS PATH OR YOU MAY FIND YOURSELF... DEAD (in a video game).
Back in high school, I knew a kid that was all proud of getting high off of white out and other office supply products. He had the most blatant bowl cut known to man. We called him "The Mushroom."
The waiting game. Voodoo aneurysms don't always come quick.
That'll show the bastard for trying to teach us stuff! Maybe later we can go soak a bunch of paper towels in water and throw them really hard at the ceiling! The janitor won't know what's up (besides the paper towels)!
I don't think your pals in the afterlife are going to buy it, "Crappynoob."
This whole Halo Fans section has been a series of unfortunate events.
Works great on my child, who hasn't barked at all for as long as she's worn the apparatus. When she turns three, we will remove it for a trial period.
This lousy world just gets lousier every year as these stores put out their skeletons and Santas in summer.
Try not to break your console while I try not to break my cyber brain.
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