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Tea & Strumpets

In case you are planning on entertaining strumpets– they prefer french toast, or so I’ve been told.

In news unrelated to breakfast themed malapropisms, Skyrim needs a warning label. Along the lines of the Surgeon General’s warning on cigarettes. Here are my suggestions:

• Caution: Skyrim  May be Hazardous to Your Relationships

• SURGEON GENERAL’S WARNING: Skyrim Causes Ceaseless Daydreams And Discontent With Reality, Hemorrhoids, and the Acceptance of Hotpockets as “Food”

• SURGEON GENERAL’S WARNING: Quitting Skyrim Now Greatly Reduces Risks You’ll Spend the Next Two Hours Organizing Virtual Bookshelves.

• SURGEON GENERAL’S WARNING: Playing Skyrim By a Pregnant Women May Result in Injury, a Hormonal Rant About How She Should Have Married Larry,  And Significantly Lower Chance of Fathering Children Again.

• SURGEON GENERAL’S WARNING: Skyrim Is Everything You’ve Ever Wanted In a Game. If You’ve Read Any Steinbeck–You Know It’ll Wind-up Destroying You.

Think about it Surgeon General.

Cheers,

Jack