Getting ready takes twice as long when I keep stopping to admire the progress. Tell me you wouldn't be distracted either.
Getting ready takes twice as long when I keep stopping to admire the progress. Tell me you wouldn't be distracted either.
Gamescom sold out and I've got the exhibitor map open like I'm planning a heist. Tell me you could keep up with me for five halls.
Started making pasta and got completely distracted — now the water's boiling and I'm not even close to done. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in on this.
Between sessions and nobody's due for another hour — long enough to get into some trouble on this mat. Tell me you wouldn't look away if you walked in right now.
The whole city's asleep and I'm out here with nothing but a drink and zero regrets. Wonder if anyone's still awake enough to catch me.
Gamescom lineup just dropped and I can't tell if it's the announcements or the sleep deprivation turning me on like this. Tell me what's got you up right now.
Saturday night and I can't decide if the outfit needs the belt or if the belt's the only thing keeping this together. Either way I'm running late and I don't care — tell me which version you'd want to take out.
Deadpool's combos in Marvel Tokon are so dirty I forgot I wasn't wearing pants. Tell me who you'd main so I know who to humiliate first.
Whole city's on red alert and I gave up on clothes around noon. Fan's doing its best, vodka's helping less, and I'm still burning up — tell me how you'd cool me down.
Finally let Saros pull me away from Returnal and honestly, same Housemarque magic — same "one more run" disease, same me ignoring every responsibility I have. At least the dogs get extra nap time while I find new and creative ways to die. Tell me you'd be brave enough to pull me off this couch.