The same, actually. Wanna meet up then?
I've had a couple of bags. I think what I like most about them is that they actually taste like something, unlike every other Doritos flavor out there. These things could probably taste like fetid rat droppings, and I'd still like them just because Frito-Lay didn't skimp on the flavor powder like they do with every other flavor of Dorito they make.
The poor guy is too busy getting ejected from car windows to make fun of everyone, and the insults he does manage to get in before he goes through have to be quick enough to get out before impact.
And with that rude and tasteless joke, I've now cemented my spot in Hell, next to Satan.
I hear megaman disco dancing!
The last level of the terran campaign is hard compared to the rest of it. They've managed to blow up Raynor while I wasn't looking twice. They send cloaked ghosts after him and shit.
Seriously the first intelligent behavior from Starcraft's AI I've seen ever since I started playing this game.![]()
As I was walking down the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd go away.