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1. #Semisonic closing time jammit driver#
2. #Semisonic closing time jammit skin#
3. #Semisonic closing time jammit free#

It falls down quicker than a one-legged ballerina pirouetting on a slippery when wet mattress.įair enough, it isn't great but is a damn sight better than the blitz of bullshit that we've been forced to endure. How many more positions can the ninja base itself around? Well, lots and this hardly dances in the moonlight. We see him and he sees you but does the artist see that we're not impressed. This attempts to be mysterious but instead, rants and dribbles like a deranged loony. Ray Davies mused 'Thank you for the Days' and while in totally different circumstances, I wholeheartedly concur. The symbol that rocks the cradle, is the symbol that rules the world.īack in the late 80's, this machine greedily gobbled up several old fashioned silver pieces in seaside insert coin haunts. Okay, it's another example of stupendous sterility but even with the unnecessary throwing stars, at least the arcade's title screen is captured. Just look at this masterful mountain of misery. The masked individual is fairly well drawn but is unfortunately slaughtered by a terrible mix of awkward posture and cliched attacks. If this was one of my favourite sandwiches, this cheese needs a bit more maturity before rubbing substance with the average Stilton. The subtlety of a silhouette is admirably captured. It tries, it fails and sucks more viciously than a straw enthusiast. Somebody should swiftly inject a brain melting, eye streaming mixed Phaal to ease the dreadful pain of this brain drain.

Thanks to this, choking on phlegm now seems like an excellent way to waste the day. Wild Thing, you make my heart sink, you make it everything and nothing, wild thing, I think I despise you, and this shit makes me know for sure. The muscles ripple, the veins pop and when I hunt them down, their limbs and fingers may be left broken in several places. When in doubt, shove a generic picture of a glorified woof woof that hopes to inspire joy and hope that the pixels you play, will actually be better than the cover you hate. Behind the shades lie shame and unapologetic ignominy.Ī sorry slab of steak that has less dignity than a corpse with a hangover. How the gun sparkles, unlike this depressing fountain of pig slurry.

#Semisonic closing time jammit driver#

The driver and passenger must have promised heaven rather than the alternative.

#Semisonic closing time jammit free#

Here's a free tip fellas, Superman can fly and while we'd all like to, we can't and never will. Felons come in all shapes and sizes, intellects and cunning but the final sensation that these wannabe angels will savor is missing the car completely and giving the road a fresh coat of gore. Sometimes in life, you have to take the rough with the smooth but here, we cruise with the perfunctory and putrid. Well done, good show and high fives all round.

You can look at this standing on your head and it still looks cool. The original is usually the best and this doesn't rip up the form book. I can't really remember Conrad having an eyepiece but this isn't really that bad with a decent assortment of pretty colours.Ī strange variation but again, not too offensive I suppose.

#Semisonic closing time jammit skin#

I crack an embarrassed smile at such bullshit especially when.ĭon't tell me, the dude draped in animal skin is Gylend? No, I don't wanna know. Ignoring the Star Destroyer hanging back in the distance, why the FUCK was a ninja sent throughout time to rescue his comrades, thus defeating the evil Gylend? I guess he'd be great at dodging bullets in The Primitive Age and fit like a glove during Roman orgies. I love this one, I seriously do, like a constipated cow likes the roll call for the next run of Big Macs or Whoppers. This woeful fuck pile is seriously lacking in style. 'Master'ful 'System'atic pain as these misfiring bazooka types wallow in flatulence. The illustrator was battier than a witches broth and less stable than a hobo with a limp. Meanwhile, the guy in red satisfyingly sticks one on the green and finally, the blue rags of romance is failing to grasp the hint that yellow isn't in the mood for a game of 'chase me, chase me'. A salivating, psychopathic prehistoric pervert intent on bludgeoning the boy in blue with a fossilized boner. Yes, this is what we need to brighten up any mood. It's obligatory to feature international scrawls and while most are awful, some are decent and a select few are even good.Īdding bits with the bobs will demonstrate further detail and unless stated, all screens are from the arcade.Ĭrystal ball, crystal ball, who is the shittest of all? I cordially invite you for light supper, a glass of milk and forgotten splashes of scrawls which on some occasions, suggest that the artists climbed the insanity tree and bumped into every twig on descent. Yes I know it's been a while since the last chunk but it matters not as you've hardly been starved of material. Ah, there you are and as you're here, why not pull up a chair and make yourself comfortable.