Maybe in RDR2 if we had the chance
of some NPC lowlifes coming along and biting us some
crap while we were fishing it would
mix things up, we could put down the rod and have a bit
of a shoot
out or even have a fishing challenge to settle things in a more civil manner.
Even with editors and the like, the
mix of crap to quality remains about the same, lots
of stuff that comes
out of the major publishers is garbage, it's just well manicured garbage.
This goes
out to and for this so called Mayor you'll voted this so called I'll call him Satan.you can't judge a dog just by his looks and not all pits have the big head.your a very angry, bitter, cold, hearted well we can't say person cause it's very clear your not ALL BREEDS CAN BE TAUGHT TO BE MEAN.I had small
mix breed she would bite the
crap out of you.
Cooked bacon sandwiches for Sprogs» breakfast (to remove temptation from fridge for The Great Famine
of 2012); did grocery shopping; bought Husband six - pack
of beer for New Year's Eve party; bought chooks 25 kg bag
of scratch
mix; staggered to car with 25 kg bag
of scratch
mix; washed and hung
out two loads
of washing; filled recycling bin with empty bottles and cartons; baked eggshells to make grit for chooks; assembled wraps for Husband and Sprogs for lunch; baked banana bread to use up manky banana supplies; baked biscuits with Sprog 2, who doesn't like banana bread; shut back door 50 times to stop plague
of mozzies getting in; shut front door 20 times to stop plague
of mozzies getting in; killed lots
of mozzies; threw
out old magazines and newspapers; put
crap away from recent car trip; cleaned chook shit
out of chook house; sorted three baskets
of clean laundry; unpacked and repacked diswasher; returned to supermarket for forgotten essentials: toilet paper, broccoli, sparklers and last shot
of caffeine before The Great Famine
of 2012; cooked dinner; washed Sprogs» hair and painted Sprog 2's toenails rainbow colours for New Year's Eve party; copped grief from Husband for painting Sprog 2's toenails (some sexualisation nonsense); went to New Year's Eve Party; reluctantly abandoned third glass
of French champagne after being reminded
of designated driver status; drove Husband and Sprogs home from New Year's Eve party; took Unisom; collapsed in bed at 11.50 pm.