Popandcrackcorn

The wrong man in the right place can scare the shit out of Gordon, or a 20 yr old tripping acid while playing a game who's main weapon is a crowbar and a mechanical dog monster that doesn't do fuckall. Probably the later.

For all us fucking cocksuckers!

I believe the rules are to first have good bourbon, then find a wholesome woman/man. Once the first two have been completed, then cap it by disappointing at least one of the two. The novel will then be waiting on you.

I devote my soul to Kathleen Hanna. It's only worth about 47 cents on the bitcoin market, but maybe she digs a poverty stricken soul and poptart dinners.

Good boy!!

This only applies if your 20 year old controller can successfully hit the B button seventy five times until you get the star, or bite their ear and lose be $275 to an ecstatic bookie.

My only real crime was buying enough household cleaning materials to make the place tidy for a lady, then mixing them together to make a cheap version of Mean Green until I eventually got bored enough to smoke it. Also I lost the kickass handle bar mustache.

A kinda sorta great man once said, "I never cared for coke, but I love the way it smells".

I've watched this for times.

And I think that I'm not only in the parade but carrying a banner.

Unless your parents are assholes alcoholics, then I advise weed and lots of it.

Particularly if that main character is hooking up with underage girls. Find the bigger ones.