Call it a kabob
‘cos they just got skewered
Baby, You Mean The World of Warcraft To Me | The Onion
There is no other way to put it: You take my breath bar away.
Why do we need to go out to have fun? Everything we could possibly want is right in WoW. Fine dining, theater, romantic sunsets–they’re all there. The outside world just costs money, and I don’t have a magic breastplate to protect me from people’s stares. Come with me so I can treat you like the princess you are.
Please, baby, if you leave, you will increase by 32 percent the chance of doing direct damage to my heart. Please reconsider.
Priceless!
