Spent most of the night playing kof 12 with the gf.
She actually went to gamestop on her lunch break and bought a strat guide. How utterly cute.
In the sake of interest I’ll grab syxxs podcast.
It’ll most certainly beat listening to my gf cry on the couch and bleed from her cunt for the past 4 hours and next seven days. Avoid marriage and gf’s fellas.
All I know is :
a) the heartburn accrued from drinking 328327289 cans of Sparks sucks all types of tranny asshole.
In retrospect, I would’ve rather injected everclear into my big toe artery with an aids needle, instead of drinking that battery acid.
b) 30 inch pizza? Damn, from where? I saw a 42 inch pizza on the Man vs. Food premier, in San Antonio. 3.5 feet across. 30 lbs. I’d eat that bullshit every day for the rest of my life and love it.
If only Home Run Inn or Falco’s rocked that size.
c) No gw for me. For sure. No need to drive for an hr to get to a place that stinks on ice. Was there once a while back. Seemed entirely too new-school to be tolerable for any extended period of time. Too many youngins being emo, etc. I’d rather play shit at home and avoid interaction with that sort of trash. No offense if the shoe fits.
Riot mentioned almost getting into a squabble? Shit, I can’t seem to not wind up in fights no matter where. Last thing I’d need is to catch a case, romping on underage, or otherwise arcade goers in a fucking suburb. Let alone all this "gotta-log-on-to-a-website-in-order-to-play-shit-properly nonsense.
d) I’ve wasted a lot of time not practicing sf tonight.
e) After a fair amount of play, KoF12 is so inferior to sf4, or any contemporary fighters, for that matter that I lack the words to properly express it. It’s like a physics 101 student trying to wrap their head around the concept of infinity, or trying to imagine what it’s like to be dead.
Sure the backgrounds snapped, but uhm… after that? Pack a lunch. Eat a snickers. Some shit. You’re gonna be here a while trying to find a reason to play it often.
