It's the worst feeling when you come home alone late at night and think the stranger sitting on your couch is a pile of clothes.
Video games don't make people go nuts. I played Super Mario forever. Not once hopping on a turtle or smash my head through a brick ceiling.
The little boy inside of all us men always loves something video game related.
Why do they call it the restroom? Is there anybody just resting in this room?
Sometimes the only solution is figuring out a bigger problem to focus on.
How do you fall into a lion's den, that is my first question there, you think you would be extra carefull around a den of lions.