Sure thing, Mr. Nook. That will be 598,000 bells. Pocket change, yes yes?
King Dedede…was never able to go back to Pop Star… Becoming a lifeform between organic and mineral, he wandered an eternity into the endless abyss known as Kirby’s gut. Being unable to die even though he wished for it, King Dedede eventually stopped thinking.
Holy fucking shit, you guys. I’m currently in Salt Lake City on a layover. Here’s what Tinder looks like in Mormon country.
(There is so much comedic gold lurking in that app. As someone who travels a lot, I love what Tinder reveals to me about mating rituals from region to region. It’s like some grand and ridiculous sociological experiment with the potential to reward me with either good sex or great stories.)