Jules Winnfield (via daniellefuckingprice)
I don’t care much for the bible. But I care a lot for Pulp Fiction
It’s so cute when the WoW kids get mad at you for wrecking on their game. It’s so obvious their intellect with games or just in general is pretty low when they can’t tell sarcasm. I could go on about how WoW is the lowest tier of MMOs out there but I won’t. I will let them have their “best chat room with taurens, orcs and elves” out there. If people are having arguments about why they bought Call of Duty over Skyrim because “It doesn’t have multiplayer” I think I make make a slight comparison of WoW and Skyrim. This post is obviously about a certain someone. I guess what they also didn’t notice is that in my picture post of the Skyrim vs. WoW I tagged MMORPG and RPG as separate entities.
tl;dr WoW kids make me lol
If you mean toppings they would have to be green olives, feta, tomato and/or broccoli and I would be totally content with eating that my whole life as long as I could pour my Frank’s Red Hot Sauce on that. As the commercial says I literally put that shit on almost everything.
I try to just post about games and music but I’m going to rant because I can do that with people who don’t actually know me. And the odds of someone reading this are next to none.
Today on my way home from work the bus slammed on it’s breaks as a car in front of it did so as well unexpectedly. And in that moment I would have been happy if we were in a horrific crash, I was hoping for it. I have lost all faith in humanity and myself.
Almost every day I see a cop car. And every time I see one it reminds me of my childhood best friend Andreas Chinnery and how he was shot to death in his own home by some fucking cops even though he was not armed himself. Not with a gun, or a knife or anything like that. He was having a freak out in his own home but was not causing anyone harm nor was anyone else in his apartment.
I lost contact with him around the age of 14 and I was going to try to contact him, but I was too late. I took too long and I partially blame myself for his death. Who knows what could have happened that day had we met up again. I’m never going to get to see him again and all I can think about is when we were young and he lived across the alley. Seeing him back then made me so happy.
Other than that, everyone is just a piece of shit and you can’t trust anyone. No one is who you think they are. I don’t really feel like getting into it.