Good ol' Tampa Bay Buccaneers Creamsicle uniforms.
I don't think that's the way John Kerry does diplomacy.
Bowling over Kremlings in a half-submerged galleon never ceases to feel cool.
I know I've said this before, but this place seemed so tough when I was a hair under 7 years old.
TNT, ghostly ropes, and giant bees. What more do you need?
Florida might have banana spiders that look slightly like these guys (and are almost as large), but at least we don't have as many bloodstained walls. Or zombies.
This is sort of like those teens who text each other when sitting two feet apart.
Are you sure Link's insurance covers this?
It's a tough age to be a zombie.
That's why the world has never experienced the joys of Zombie Paper.
Video game heroes must all be Republicans. Now you know!
Mario must have a GOP sticker on the back of his car, too.
Bowser: A mayor's worst nightmare.
Wowie, I'm excited about being part of this Olsen-based horse competition, too!
The graphics here were bad even by 2000 standards.
Science Fact: Marching Milde reproduces via mitosis.
This is the Yoshi-est Yoshi of them all!
A salute to surreal Mario poetry.
I soooooooo want to call that number and get another copy of the Health & Safety Precautions Booklet! Be honest: You do too.
A recolored version of this guy used to occupy my MFGG avatar. I was really scraping the bottom of the barrel back then.
Bench-clearing brawls make otherwise uneventful NES baseball video games feel much more T-rated.
Always be ready to bow to octopus royalty.
Those silly forgetful ghosties!
Having arms is nice.
My thoughts during 75% of my waking hours:
Do you really want this lady treating your diabetes? Do you really want to play a video game about diabetes?
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Edited by: Bibby, Aug 10th, 2013 @ 2:52 pm
