Nothing helps with the long hours of tedious manual labor, more than the miraculous gift from the gods that is talkradar. When you staring at rotating blades contemplating leaping in head first to end the soul crushing exsistance that is your life, there's no better medicine than a random bit of hilarity such as "the norweigan king of name-changes".
my new years resolution is to use my tax return and buy some of the older game consoles I have lost over the years. My recent bout of red ring fever, left me crippled to an old neglected ps 2. Next time I wanna be prepared.
And if by chance I am one of the chosen few any game related shirt would be awesome, I have a few but can't justify buying a 30 dollar shirt, to a wife I keep on a tight leash.
ok. I am selfish if I drop 60 bucks on a mature rated game, I expected to see blood, guts, spit, and dismembered ass flying through the air. I'm a big boy. I know not to play gears of war in front of my kids. however, when it's just me, bring on the intense violence, strong language, drug and alcohol references (Fuck if snake wants a cigarette who am I to judge him?).