I played just dance and I was expecting it to be not bad because y'know goofy motion controls. Played Rasputin, got tired, shot my knee caps out like a trebuchet.
I hate Crocs.
i always forget my grandma used to be a clown so it caught me the fuck off guard when she saw this
and no hesitation saying “oh it’s that creepy clown- oh he’s drinking that’s against clown code”
They just don’t assassinate politicians like they used to anymore
remembering that time i got drunk and told a guy he looked like a wrought iron gate
D&D horror stories where the source of the problem is genuinely a failure to understand the rules, now there's an amazing subgenre. "Casters are so weak compared to martials, how do I keep up?" "What do you mean?" "I ran out of spell slots several weeks of in-game time ago, we're using healing potions to restore HP since it's more efficient than sleeping."
BOOP