Wednesday 9 April 2014

I just said aging, I never once said maturing.

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a flaming fuck.
Oh, wait, there it is.
I got my wish with Don't Starve: Reign of Giants - pig houses are now flammable. Next update, let's hope for a slightly further zoom limit...you know, for art.
She remembered the cusswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture (hurr hurr), and the sound of her brother’s laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves, each carefully formed into an obscene image.

"It spells 'fuck'!", he laughed. "That's a swear."

It was truly unfortunate he'd soon be stabbed in half.

(with all apologies to George R.R. Martin)
You know Forrest? Yeah, he used to be cool - now he's just some burned-out old fuck.

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