My reaction to my latest notification: First I see the red letter and I go "I'm famous!" Then I see it's a new private message, and I'm scared shitless that it's from good sis ATRL-o-Matic and I'm like "WHAT THE **** YOU BITCH!" But it's really just some bitch asking me to vote for a game I've never heard of.
It's like Bram Stoker's Dracula meets Interview With The Vampire meets National Treasure meets a trashy addicting soap in high school with lots of eye candy.
Death at the BTW thread slowly becoming a "We Hate Madonna's old skanky granny ass"-thread.
If they weren't Monsters, I'd already ****ing hit that report button all day long.
