Don't Piss Me… … …
I used to play Doom a lot by dialing into a friends computer. Like, seriously. We'd use modems and it'd just be the two of us playing because that's all we could rig, and any time our Mom's or Sister's or whoever else decided they needed the precious precious commodity that was our phone line... ... well... they felt our wrath. The point of this post, however, has nothing to do with him except the title: he used to type that a lot. Because he didn't have time to finish with "off" before I killed him. Heh.
I recently had a conversation with someone I've had a relationship with for years and years. It went something like this:
"Oh. Oh no you didn't. That's right asstard. You kidnapped my girlfriend, then you have the audacity... damnit! screw you dipshit. You don't get to jump on that! HA HA HA HA HA!! Oh that's right! Take that! DOWN WITH YOU ASSHOLE!!!!
And thus ended my first trip through Super Mario Galaxy. I slapped Bowser like a pimp and made him call me Daddy. Now I have to find every single power star. Why? Because they're there. And damnit. I want them. Now.
-Jon