See now? The Civiballs is back. I told you if you don’t wipe them out the first time they’ll just come back even worse than before. You gotta keep using that special shampoo even if it looks like they’re all gone.

Behold the excitement, followed by the sheer terror.

Here’s another Ragdoll Cannon squeal for you. *squeals*

Kitten: “Yum yum yum, this food is delicious.”

Any game that can incorporate Victorian era women using the phrase “What the deuce?” gets immediately posted here. It’s one of those rules that can’t be broken… what do you call them? Right, a Commandment.

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Those of you who have been around here for a while know that on Labor Day I usually like to link to a boring site that explains the history behind this most lazy day. Well this year we’re learning something new! Today’s lesson is about Oney Judge, as told by a potty mouthed drunk. NSFW due to constant swearing – hey, you shouldn’t even be at work!

It always starts with a small favor. Maybe you do some dog sitting for an afternoon, or just proof read someone’s resume. But next thing you know you’re helping carry a washing machine up two flights of stairs, and not long after that you’re dressed in assless chaps dancing to Rihanna in front of a live webcam. Trust me, just say no.

Just put on a shirt people, and no, not your swastika one!

Every once and a while a game comes along that really pushes the limits of… my html layouts. I’m serious, this thing is frickin’ wide.

Alright kids, vacation’s cancelled.

Werewolves are nothing to be afraid of, just think of them as really grumpy furries. If you trap them in a room with internet access they’ll be quite happy using the time to update their LiveJournal page instead of eating you.

It’s like The Little Tornado That Could… and Then Couldn’t Again.

My least favorite part is getting smothered by the balls.

Even the computer game classic Oregon Trail could do with a robot.

(NSFW due to juvenile humor, and you know, rap stuff.)

There’s an age-old saying where I come from: if it looks like Tetris, if it feels like Tetris, and if it tastes like Tetris when you smother your monitor in long loving licks, then it is Tetris.

That will be immediately before it shreds your legs.

Aim for the heads. For logistical reasons all stickman vital organs are crammed into their cranial region. Except for the lower intestine, which travels in a straight line from their head right down to the poop chute. Now see? Don’t tell me you never learn anything from coming here.

Twitter: For friendless narcissists.

You know what else kills? Lots of stuff. Though apparently being bitten or crushed by reptiles does not.