I saw this in an old Cosmopolitan magazine so I took a picture of it to share with you.
and it will probably taste somewhat saltier.
and report all druggings/poisonings to the police.
Obviously, while he’s distracted with his own monologue, you can throw everything you have at him and kill him. But the fastest, most surefire way to do the job is with an item most players ignore: the torch. It’s nothing but a simple torch Snake used earlier to find his way out of a cave, but if you jam it up The Fear’s ass, he goes up like a 1977 Ford Pinto.
Technically, the torch can burn any of Snake’s enemies, but most of them are smart enough to go somewhere else when you start poking them with flaming sticks. The programmers either forgot or didn’t bother to teach this trick to The Fear. He has no idea how to react to a colon-first fireball attack, so he will stand there and let the fire devour him. Because what maniac game developer could have foreseen players doing anything this strange?
Any player who spent an hour pumping bullets into The Fear in a straight gunfight knows he’s absurdly tough, so it takes forever for the fire to finish him off. Luckily, he will never figure out what’s going on, so sit back, relax, and enjoy the smell of roasting butthole.
6 Ways To Beat Game Bosses That The Designers Didn’t Intend
this is hideo kojima we’re talking about, he most definitely intended for you to defeat a boss by shoving a torch up their ass
“Dont say you hate your fam-” No.
“Omg you should love your fami-” No.
“Be grateful they’re your famil-” No.
If you have been bullied, hit, teased, put down, hurt, lied to, or hated by you’re own family; you don’t need to justify how you feel. You dont need to explain yourself. You are allowed to hate a family member or dislike a family member if they’ve given you a reason to.
Blood of the covenant is thicker than the waters of the womb
when moana realizes who te ka is and the ocean parts, everything slows down, that soft music starts to play, and she walks calmly across the seafloor as te ka claws her way towards her, then the music slows and they stare into each others eyes as moana reaches out to her > every movie in existence
This is the back of james’ head. He hasn’t washed or brushed his hair in months, and all of it was pretty much dreaded. We just picked all of it our except this big one underneath that was too far gone! White peoples’ hair does dread naturally my friends :)
how many times do we have to say this… LOC’D BLACK PEOPLE WASH AND TEND TO THEIR HAIR REGULARLY. THERE IS NOTHING “NATURAL” ABOUT WHAT YOU’RE DOING. IT IS GROSS. IT IS UNKEMPT. IT IS EVERYTHING BLACKS WITH NATURAL HAIR ARE ACCUSED OF BEING WHEN WE ACTUALLY ARE NOT THAT. HOW DO YOU NOT GET THAT ACCUSING US OF BEING DIRTY, BY ASSERTING THIS IS THE SAME THING AS BLACKS WITH LOC’D HAIR, IS SOME WHITE SUPREMACIST FUCKSHIT?
it literally looks like the back of his head is taking a shit
White people neglecting basic hygiene just to get matted hair and pass it off as locs while perpetuating the stereotype that dreadlocks are dirty because the only way they can get them is to let the smegma and lice shit tangle their hair together.
canada’s pride and joy is a doughnut shop named after and founded by a hockey player in the 1960s
for all you non-canadian’s who think I’m exaggerating:
- “Tim Hortons holds 62% of the Canadian coffee market (compared to Starbucks, in the number two position, at 7%)
- “Canadians eat more doughnuts per capita and have more doughnut outlets per capita than any other nation“
- “The company [Tim Hortons] opened twice as many Canadian outlets as McDonald's and system-wide sales also surpassed those of McDonald’s Canadian operations as of 2002”
- “The chain accounted for 22.6% of all fast food industry revenues in Canada in 2005.”
there is more to this story and it actually gets better
tim horton the hockey player’s signature move was literally picking opposing players up and hugging them. the guy was like 6′5 on skates, built like a tank, would have come out on top in every hockey fight except that he absolutely refused to punch. someone would hit him and he’d just pick them up in a giant, angry bear hug.
this one time he broke his jaw and leg in a collision and was off the ice for years, and this freaked him tf out, because dude bro do i like…….have value behind all this muscle? what if this like……happens again, bro? what if i can’t play hockey, bro? huh? bro. basically he broke his face and had an existential crisis. happens to the best of us.
so he started a donut shop because he figured he’d need something to do when the next injury rolled around, seeing as oblivion lurks around every corner and none of us have a purpose. he started it in hamilton, ontario. coffee was ten cents.
anyways, when his face got better, he invited a police officer to come run his company so he could go play more hockey. which he did.
so: canada’s pride and joy is a donut shop named after and founded by a touch-starved hockey player in the midst of an existential crisis, that was later run by a cop when the aforementioned hockey player left to play more hockey, that then somehow ate up 62% of the canadian coffee biz. god bless.
A hockey player who hugs his way out of fights is perhaps the most Canadian thing I can imagine.
