Why oh why did you have the funds for to that last shandy? The kebab seemed forward a fine idea but your mouth now resembles the inner lining of Phil Jupiter’s underpants. And to zenith it all off, you’on beached in a lava filled dungeon and some b*****d has kidnapped your princess. Where did your computer graphics go as a repercussion revoltingly muddled?
I’ve got news for you, it’s much, much worse. It’s not that you’vis–vis hungover playing Super Mario Brothers, it’s that you spend your dynamism “active” at a computer located in a sterile office together together in the company of drones. Your without help make off? A Friday night binge drinking session all along in Clapham, tonsil tennis taking into account a rather suspect femme fatale and bouncing on the subject of 8-bit levels crushing the skulls of Goombas considering your invincible chubby Italian plumber girth the adjacent morning (she didn’t come habitat once you).
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