end of the currently unbalanced gameplay. The small end is represented by the fact that to smash things is free-to-play. To get away with it is pay-to-win. When developers objected

But little did the black squirrels know; In Russia, silkworms eat you!

I then engaged the chest-burster in some polite conversation and tea sandwiches. He is really quite an interesting chap and it's not like Brooke talks to me anymore anyways. The pa

They henceforth came to the arduous decision to emigrate, for the current government situation within Russia proved a chaotic problem. A problem the parental tomatoes promised not

I'll shave some of your sole into this little tumbler,add a shot of my hip flask & shake not stir the concoction & give it to Mr.Bat wearing sonar proof earplugs who will see again

the kitchen to retrieve a clean napkin. She folded it into an intricate swan shape upon which she angrily sat. "There." she said. "Flan. A flat swan. Now eat the broccoli, Rupert."

the standards of the Flemish flan. For that, Julia possessed the beaters to forever fail to make the perfect flan. The noise was their wailing at failing their mistress. A sobbing

Hell's Kitchen host Gordon Ramsey. He loves how they make people cry." said Insp. Millaeu. At that moment he knew this conspiracy went all the way to the top. Even the top

fur floating in it. "This is really nice, but this expedition isn't a foodie vacation. Mr. Monolith, don't you have any secrets to pass on to earth men?" asked Dave Bowman. "Well I

kids, who's signature 'Hole Punch' and 'Collated Copy' attacks wreaked havoc on the trapper keepers. The manila and legal division of the folder army sent emissaries which

calmly reasoned with the three bears. They soon succumbed to his pointed arguments and compelling logic. Together, Mr. Saflosk and the bears started the first debate team to have

once again fling ourselves into the breach that is the American interstate highway system. Many of the ethereal humans from our time--the future--told us that our road trip in time

Whatever it is you do it is his job to come in and make it complicated. As an example let us take some guy, lets call him Peter, his job is to assemble TPS Reports, simple but our

turtle no. 17 (OT17) and orange turtle no. 53 (OT53) laughed so hard that their frapaccinos blew out through their nose holes all over OT31. "Look what you do!" GT9 said, pointing

His user name was _-hArRy-rEdBeArD-2013-_ and the Uber users agreed, he was 3/5. No special treatment just because he's a prince. His various customers held on to their

The pants walked straight to the laundromat and paid for everything. The vodka ended up in the trash, until someone recycled the bottle. All was peaceful for the rest of that day.

Throw it at you if you dont let me rob the Bank. Or you can eat it. Your choice!" The bank owner called the police, who confiscated the overripe melon and let him leave without any

Was to hire all women for her cabinet, just to show they were Team Billary Frump.they need not be good at their job, robots did it for them. She took applications online, with

bowl of napalm. "Love the smell of it in the morning, but lunch will have to do." The military graphic designer who was also a kitten declared. She booted up Adobe Illustrator and

That translates as there was a Saturnian feel to the future in North Polymbria. The bifurcation of life became more and more evident. Sidewalks swallowed pedestrians and many died.