If I wanted to watch a bunch of twelve years olds losing their minds because they were holding lightsabers I’d go to Galaxy’s Edge.
If I did as much light jogging in my real life as I do in video games I’d be able to crush a walnut between my calves.
There’s roughly eighty thousand variations of the southern accent and whichever one you pick you will be wrong.
Thanks to the internet we all have problems concentrating now so save the slo-mo horsey rides for someone who cares.
Is there still time to bully Nintendo into changing the voice of Mario like we did with Sonic’s face?
When your whole town floods, you don’t have to worry about alligators or sharks. They’re chill. Worry about the Burmese pythons assholes dumped in the Everglades. They’ll fuck you up.
Definitely don’t name a town after your grandmother, because what if, somewhere down the line, you make that town rob a bank or something?
Hollywood: Every Floridian knows when you’re trying to pass off Southern California as Florida, okay? It’s the palm trees.
Quibbles, really, but haven’t we all been launched into the stratosphere over a quibble or two? Or ten?
An untethered rant about high fantasy budgets.