Join the Washington [*Redacted] s, where you become a valiant quarterback on a quest to rescue the downtrodden franchise from the clutches of its own incompetence!
Master the NFL’s newest “Crunch Course” of practice drills!
Fend off objects thrown from the stands!
Charge headlong into danger, and STOMP STOMP CLAP your way to victory!
Avoid the pitfalls of playing down to the level of the competition!
Argue with intransigent groundskeepers over the state of the FedEx Field playing surface!
Play out your franchise tag and attempt to renegotiate your contract with the team’s idiosyncratic owner!
And finally, vanquish heralded legends of yesteryear!
Lead on, adventurer. Your quest awaits!
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“I always knew Dan Synder was a lizardman! Just like everyone else in Washington!”
Brothers, I just submitted my first proposal for the new gig. I have sacrificed a bobble head of PK to Bleergh and also said a quick Hail Mary (Catholic/Italian/wanna make somethin’ of it?)
I’m just sitting here at my desk, sipping a tall gin n juice and waiting . . .
Probably could have gotten away with sacrificing an Allegash White vice the bobble head, but in either case, I wish you good luck!
Good luck!
Italian Catholic? Never woulda guessed
Holy shit that dildo! Well done!
Now where have I heard that uttered/screamed/moaned before…
Dreamboat and A.A. Ron awkwardly glance at each other, waiting for the punchline.
Never played it.
– Tim Tebow, when asked if he could “carry a tune on the skin flute”.
Somethingsomethingcircumcisingfilipinoboys
I was more of a Tempest and Kung Fu Master guy, but this freakin’ critter made off with my allowance consistently
Dig Dug fucking rocked. Smashing those fuckers with a rock was such a satisfying feeling. If only we could do that to the idiots we encounter every single moment of our lives.
I got squished a quarter of the time. I was all about the ?s.
Aaron Rodgers remains so.
I was always more of a pinball kinda guy, mostly cause those machines were always open.
If I did play a game it was usually Tapper(I was apparently in training for DFO) or Galaga.
OT: Does anyone know anything about this app called mustknow?
I got this random text yesterday from an unknown number asking if they could ask me a question.
My phishing, catfishing, and
instincts were raised, so I just deleted it.
“asking if they could ask me a question”
Is it Dad Mode or is there some other trite way to refer to the reaction I have of “You just asked a fucking question / Just fucking ask, don’t ask to ask?”
-Can I ask you a question?
-Yes. Bye.
My money went to mastering Bosconian. Yes, I mastered a game that no one ever played.
Also, I stole money from my uncle so I could go to the arcade in Ocean City.
Kirk Kousins the Karing Kharacter klearly kicks killer kreatures… kasses.
kojones?
Yeah that works better. My brain is not functioning this morning.
– Trent Green, at sundown.
This guy approves:
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He truly kares.
Kirk’s Karing Korner
Since I have the reaction time of a sloth on muscle relaxers, I wasted sooo much money playing this game. I hated it and hated playing it, but just could not stop myself. I refuse to watch anything Don Bluth has animated since then.
I blew a ton of money on it too. The best I ever accomplished was mastering the Lizard King sequence. The Mud Men always got me.
“The Mud Men always got me.”
That’s why Trump wants to build that Wall
All my quarters went to playing Gauntlet. So many quarters…
I’m glad I never got into Gauntlet until it came out for NES. It always seemed like you were basically paying to watch a clock run down. For table games I always preferred Demolition Derby.