Because otherwise we wouldn’t have Walter Murphy’s “A Fifth of Beethoven”.

You know, I find the most erotic part of a woman is the neurotoxin dispensers.

I think you might enjoy this skit: https://youtu.be/0uuCNAwXGaQ

When I was a lad I had two dozen health, in encounters to help me tank hiiiits!

But now that I’m grown, I have twelve dozen health, so I pretty much don’t give a shiiiit!

Neither of them compare to The Neptunes. They had a fucking shark on the drums.

I remember a lot more of those stick-on glow in the dark plastic stars, if nothing else.

This is utter hogshit, but also seems relatively easy to work around. “I am legally forbidden from sharing my opinions on the quality of Marvel Rivals.” is a pretty clear and succinct review that technically flies under their legal fuckery.

Not about to be swindled, the monk the pulls a gun from within his robe. “What’s that?!” the startled vendor asks. “Ah,” replies the monk, “this is my inner piece.”

Oh no! People are being mean to the human equivalent of an unwiped asshole covered in weeping pus sores?

Chowder. Gazpacho.

Idk who this Cervantes guy is, but I suspect Misters Hanna and Barbera would like a word with him:

Why do I feel like we’re only going to get the first half?

And now I’m even more glad that I buy whole bean rather than ground coffee.

You want beans? I’ll give you all the beans you can handle…

I want Insomniac or somebody to do an open-city Gargoyles game like Spider-Man or the Arkhamverse.

It also helps if you want to add some shredded cheese. There’s an emulsifier in mustard that helps the cheese melt smoothly into the sauce.

Did Capcom even do anything for Breath of Fire’s 30th last year? Fuck’s sake, if you’re not going to give me a real BoF 5 (we don’t talk about Dragon Quarter), then at least put 3 and 4 on Steam/Switch with updated sprites. I’ll pay $20.

Some generous billionaire could come along one day and pay off huge medical debts for patients, on a whim.

Go on then, pull the other one.

Organic guns, you say?