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I think I’ve seen that William guy before at Club Buck. Uh… not that I’ve ever been there. Just someone I know said he saw him there. Not that I know anyone who goes there. Just like heard it from a friend of a friend. Nevermind.
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Just a heads up fruitcakes, the week after Christmas is slim pickings for games. For the most part, all the new releases are Christmas games that didn’t make it out in time for Christmas – and there’s nothing sadder than that. Except maybe a dog with one of those lampshade things around it’s head.
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Merry Christmas goofballs! Have a great weekend, and don’t do anything the baby Jesus wouldn’t do.
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My ritual of high-fiving everyone after a successful poop was appreciated during college, but for some reason seems almost frowned upon in the office. I don’t understand why, a flawlessly executed bowel movement is totally worthy of a high-five.
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I don’t know what you guys are complaining about, this is totally a Christmas game. The guys are red and green, just use your imagination. And while you’re at it, I’m hungry- so imagine me eating lasagna with no pants on.
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Speaking of coins, if anyone knows a good brothel that still accepts payment in small change… let me know.
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If you ever come across a movie called Santa’s Blast – don’t watch it. I thought it would be a light hearted movie with Tim Allen turning into a magical reindeer or something, but I failed to notice that the main actor is a guy called Seymore Butts.
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This is a painful reminder of a sign that was near the house I grew up in: 3 miles to Pigsland. I wish it said 300 miles, because I was almost 18 years old when I realized for the first time that the air we breathe, the clothes we wear, and the food we eat doesn’t have to smell like pig excrement.
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The next phase of robot domination has begun. Try playing in veteran mode, but don’t cry for your mom when you can’t win – the robots probably killed her already.
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Hmmmm… words and physics… does that have something to do with that edumacation thing people are always talking about?
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My personal sugar, sugar Christmas special is usually followed by hyperactivity Christmas special, then drowsiness Christmas special and finally diarrhea Christmas special. Sometimes it extends to self-hatred Boxing Day special.
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To get you into the holiday mood, a game about an alien worm decapitating, dismembering, and ingesting various life forms. It’s a Festivus for the rest of us!
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I still feel bad for Shirley. She’s only good for pushing things and always ends up standing in the background while the other sheep admire their perky little sheep butts in the mirror. I hope she doesn’t feel… ronery.
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Well this is fun, but if I was really building my own hotel I would include an incinerator for washing the bed sheets. Also useful for dead hooker infestations.
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