[classic swim]

That time I shot a bunch of Pinkertons in Blackwater, survived, and left a Pinkerton to die on the snow mountain. Also when I kidnapped a mafia guy from Saint Denis. I got him a little far around the snow mountain, but the horse tripped and the guy hit his head on a big rock. But really just bumping in the void to commemorate 15 years since Redemption. I got both on release but enough dust has settled to where the original’s still more impactful and just means more. Still looks better than most modern games and plays better at that.

That’s shot for shot almost exactly like 2003 when they were among the very last to rip on South Park Mania. Difference being SP had done plenty by then to revamp itself while they continued being a sterile pile of Network TV shit.

I can’t edgelord with cancer it really fucking sucks and hits too close. I’d naturally want to say something tasteless and wouldn’t grandstand morally. Fuck him still I guess, just not with his corrosive prostate.

He blew his body and dickhole off with a pipe bomb like the brokenhead neurological mishap that he was. All you gotta do is check off a little box that says he couldn’t think the right thinks like everyone else. You’re done after that.

Rotisserie chicken I wanted last week and a 40 by friend’s pool. Pretty awesome day.

It’s an animated corpse that’s gonna sloosh out a fucked up baby or a baby that’s gonna die within seconds.

Sick puppy.

He asked Guster if he could feed Tyson brand chicken nuggets to his pet corgi and Guster said “no, Kudasai! You cannoot!”

Went to a museum and placed a chicken Big Mac on one of the sculpture pieces.

He was just minding his own business and he gets tackled for being Chuck E. Cheese!

Mr. Hoonie knocked over his truffles, he became a somber talking werewolf puppet and said “...you must fight in the bay of Hoonies.”

A woman in the Burger King lobby tried asking him out on a date and he turned around and said “go play with Kudasai’s tater tots.”

I used to dislike whiskey the most compared to the rest of the shit I drink. And I guess I still do, but it’s leaped a fucking mountain for me as of this point when I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.

Had the mud wrestling be sponsored by Shoney’s and Chuck E. Cheese.

He threw Mr. Hoonie out the house like this.