Recent reviews by Sir Jack

Butch men brawling over house furnishings, a contentious scuffle for beer dominance and being conked on the head by a man wielding a lawnmower really do bring to mind the glory of fatherdom!

If you're intending on being the best father one can be you'd be remiss to not ensure you're capable of obliterating your competition first, with all the grace of a boozy bear.

Dad. Where's my dad? Dad?! Father! Dad.

Left, Left, Left, Left, Left, RIGHT, left, RIGHT, Left, Left, Left, left, RIGHT, RIGHT, RIIIIGHT, RIIIIIIIGHT, R I G H T, RGHT, Left, left, Left, Left, Left, Right, Left, Right, Right, Left. Cyan, Cyan, Cyan, Cyan, Cyan, Cyan, Cyan, Cyan, Cyan and Cyan.


Bloody addictive and whoever turned this concept into a game is certainly damn cruel.

Luv you whoever did tho, truly