For context, this was back during that stupid time when people could buy Xitter authentication.
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“He punched me in the dick! Why? Why did he punch me in the dick?”
When you write your letter to Santa, but you’re dyslexic.
Cool design, but the weird feet are gonna make the MG model a bitch to balance without a stand.
Because being forced to treat people with respect would upset the far right.
Off topic and mild spoilers: this is one of the scenes that show that your choices don’t really matter (just like the coin toss and which pendant you want Elizabeth to wear). Regardless of your decision, the person next to Booker will grab his hand and point out his tattoo.
Someone once told me that the Mug root beer mascot looks like a right-wing boomer’s fursona, and now I can’t unsee it.
The kind of code an idiot would put on their luggage.
Something I came across after having to have glass removed from my hand: there’s no specific term for a doctor that specializes in hands.
And the obligatory response to the “tomato-based fruit salad” response: “found the bard!”
While endangering a string of orphan boys who you keep dressing up in tight green booty shorts… for reasons.
What?! He just wanted to spend time with Persephone during the summer! Is that so wrong?