hi i'm david
yo you should try the konami code on here.
my roommate is beginning to worry me with his selection of reading material.#dmuck's bizarre adventure #the materials include the communist manifesto #a book on hitler that i got out of the library for a lab for book history #and a book called 'rules for radicals'
If u r sad
TUNNEL SNAKES RULE
YOU’RE A TUNNEL SNAKE
AND YOU RULE!
//This began the rise of Aperture Science.
What if we used this to coat foam cosplay weapons and armor?
what if i sprayed this on my dick while i was hard. i would have the eternal woodno… thisis the beginning of Aperture Science
Welcome to the Awful Bit conspiracy corner:
This is today’s entry into the Smash Bros pic of the day series. It can’t be a coincidence that the first letter of each option spells out E-Shop, right? It also can’t be a coincidence that there’s a 3DS-centric Nintendo Direct scheduled for tomorrow, right?
Smash Bros 3DS demo coming to E-Shop tomorrow?
One can only hope, wish and dream.
someone shouted “do it for the vine” at the train station earlier and i was afraid for my fucking life
Apparently it’s not socially acceptable for a man to invite another man out just for coffee or to go out for a meal, in case it’s perceived as a date. Like it’s fine if you wanna go to the pub and drink beer and have a chat but make it non-alcoholic and suddenly you’re not straight anymore? You can go to the cinema together but ONLY if it’s an action movie. You guys can’t even just go shopping with each other. Oh masculinity, so fragile, so strange.
You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry. Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.
i think i might stream again tomorrow. like a bunch of games. im gonna set that up now so can just go bam bam bam.