Build a house from writer’s blocks.
Yeah, we’re all going to hell for it, but you know you laughed.
Don’t blame me, I just work here and get fitted for tuxes.
I am now $150 poorer because of having to dress nice.
Travis just became the first person to wear a tux to my wedding. Yarr!
You know, I feel bad for not making a feature, but if it makes you feel any better, last night the reborn Totally Hat guild, plus some pickups, managed to take over and hold the Horde city of Splintertree for almost two hours. We also caused the only true standoff I’ve ever seen in a videogame at the very end, with several high level horde firing warning shots through the gate, and us firing back, but no one willing to charge in (or out, as it may be). Finally they were reinforced, but we did not give them the satisfaction of beating us. We hearthstoned out, losing only Kenny in their desperate charge to attack us before we got away.
After my three-day marathon of the new Battlestar Galactica, all I have to say is…
But I liked Boomer!
I have no idea what the hell that was that kept us down all day. The panic button seems to have fixed it, though.
Also, my ninja RAM is here. FitzSheba 64 is complete!
That title was created by the piece of chicken I’m eating.
