And then they wonder why pilot cardiovascular events have jumped 50% and spatial reasoning is tanking.
Southloop
Teashader sunglasses and an amphetamine-fueled grin? Nothing more 90s than trying to be Natural Born Killers for marketing
The astral plane tribal chieftain bowling alley SonicWorld lore dump is peak post-Zooniverse/Mardi Gras parade. Almost as fun as “Eels” IMHO.
And Mighty Boosh.
So, is this a “Last Starfighter” kinda deal or what’s up?
I haven’t seen you mention the word “airbrush” so I don’t think the patient is beyond saving.
Yes, important step. And make sure you project these feelings onto your shared underage Indian girlfriend.
You can always back out of the commitment by having nebulously defined angry psychic space sex(?) with him before impact. By the time you hit atmosphere the asteroid should disappear.
This, but with a kit from Five Star Stories instead of Gundam. Biggest you can manage to find!
I remember in the very early days of the pandemic when leaving from a grocery run I caught sight of a guy walking in with his shirt pulled up and pinched over his nose the same way you do when your buddy farts on you in the car and you have to do something to keep from gagging. That’s about the point I considered we might be just a little doomed.
Dungeons, Drag-ons and Skrives.
On a quest for the Funky Kobold Medina.
What? So soon?! If only somebody would introduce some common sense run control, we could put an end to these out of control political campaigns!