Ain’t that just the goddesses’ honest truth.
At least getting your Iron Boots on and off in real life doesn’t require going through forty menu screens. OR DOES IT.
Basically, I believe in peace, and bashing two bricks together.
For some reason it amuses me that I cannot start this chapter without wanting to listen to jazz and eat salami.
When I first got my license, I would frequently do stupid things, then turn to my younger sister and say, “Don’t do that.” Nine years later, that’s still the way my role modeling works.
(Note: I was sitting at a pump when I took this. I wasn’t about to tempt fate by assuming I would make it to a gas station. I may be reckless, but I am not stupid. Cough.)
I wanted to try a thing. They’re rather simple but I really like ‘em!
That’s probably my favorite Lon’qu line. These are really cool — well done!
| Jack: | "Preparation-H hemorrhoid cream: use with..." |
| Graeme: | Gay abandon! |
I wonder what time I’ll wake up in a panic because my alarm didn’t go off. Because I didn’t set it. Because I’m not going to work.