So wars zumindest in Castle Wolfenstein.
They have really managed to make a racing game where racing comes last after a bunch of lifestyle stuff entirely unrelated to cars or car enthusiasts. It's really remarkable.
Lol, he was a push-over, though.
He would go 'hey pretty momma' and then take a tumble because the pretty momma knew martial arts.
He could deal with a 'no', too and move along.
I apologize. I don't even remember writing anything. I must've been drunk like an asshole.
Why do I look like this? Why can't I breathe properly? Why are you mocking my pain?
Here comes Stone Cold with the steel chair. Baw gawd!
As do I.
No way ... is what the auto pilot thinks.
A hard line of coke.
It's good old BJ, of course.
Well, trucking is capitalized. So, I guess no.
Who doesn't like to porg every once in a while?
Medicate ... Medic aid ... I need a medic ... Wolfenstein Enemy Territory!
As well they should, hahaha. Only a putz won't update ... /s
Well, a lot of people would suddenly find themselves with their pants down in public. So better put on clean underwear, people. The Timestopper is in town.