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Cover Lover - Yahtzee Croshaw
I’m a rugged hero with a massive, slab-like chest
Using guns to save the world’s the thing that I do best
But when I rescue love interests, who try to kiss my face
I cry that I’m a married man, so leave my personal space
I guess I’m just old fashioned, but my heart will never stray
From the woman I so love, in a completely not gay way
I know you never speak and that you’re only four foot tall
And lack even basic sentience, but I still love you, chest-high wall
What is this obsession with using consoles to interact with other people? I’ve met a lot of other people, and they’re all twats. The most I want them joining in on my leisure time is when they’re covertly spying on me masturbating.
—Yahtzee (via shithotawkward)
(via toounimaginativeforaname)
A relationship occurs when two people run out of things to say to each other, so they shut each other up by putting their genitals in each other’s mouths. A break up comes about when they run out of things to do with those, too.
—Ben Yahtzee Croshaw (via yandereblues)
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People actually have pre-determined expectations of a fantasy. Doesn’t that sentence strike anyone else as completely off the trolley pipe?
—Ben ‘Yahtzee’ Croshaw, Extra Punctuation (via michael826)
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