Poor Luigi. Ever since Nintendo announced the “Year of Luigi” I feel as though our favorite green plumber has received a metrick fuckton of flaming shit. I mean, I almost feel bad for him. It’s like he’s developed this complex now. Which can be good for sympathy, which means he may find himself with more female visitors than usual. TAKE THAT, MARIO.
…Okay. Before this gets any weirder I’m peacing out.