Or you can go to Fogo de Chao, Will, and eat all the fucking meat you ever want.
You'll flip the card over to red, but they won't give a shit, because they know you better than you know you.
But still...
Much better investment.
Dr. Francis Crick and Dr. James D. Watson?
Dr. Garrett Grey and Dr. Sebastian S. Anatomy?
Dr. John H. Watson and Dr. James Moriarty?
Dr. Gary A. Knighton?
Mini-Game Star: ON
Coin Star: ON
Happening Star: ON
Shopping Star: ON
Red Space Star: ON
All-Other-Handicap Stars: ON
Pot-pool of $100,000. All skill-base*, no luck. gg no rms.
*whoever skillfully says "strawberries" without flaw
I still met my quota for sushi for the next 30 days. If I go, I'll probably just get something off Happy Hour. But Happy Hour ends like at 5 PM, right?
Was it Kevin? I bet it was Kevin. Fucking dammit, Kevin.
Every time I pick him up from his house, he smells like Lee Lee's cracker and candy aisle.
And every time I be pick him up, he always be forgetting a jacket cause apparently it be in the damn "wash".
Kevin, you willingly played on the keyboard just to play Melty at the last party... You can't guise your super-secret-obvious desire for Melty and (I'm gonna guess it's Ciel, knowing you) Ciel.
@Omegajohn After 3 hours of Terra Frustration and 4 hours of Dragon's Crown.