ok, tomorrow and saturday for games… tomorrow we will start around 6/6:30 ish
We can all figure out when we want to play on saturday tomorrow. Bet beer will not be procured by tomorrow, I have to go talk to current landlord about breaking lease and new landlord about their stupid move in date. August 5? Way to make everyone involved homeless for 4 days. Perhaps I can snag it by saturdays session.
I probably won’t, but I might make it down tonight. I’ll be going to a friend’s apartment who lives near there to hang out but if I decide SFIV is beginning to seem more fun I’ll come on down.
because otherwise you could be warming the eskimos, stalingrad (now volgograd, its readddddddddddding rainbow), and queen elizabeths thong and i wouldnt give a shit
queen elizabeth would probably be grateful though
so clearly you should come over unless you hate america
viva la revolucian
ATTENTION: We have late breaking news. Stephan has mated. Probably with a woman, but i didnt ask for details.
Ahhh hamburgers, I’m not a grown up… Guess that means I shouldn’t bother asking if anyone is up for some Hello Kitty Island Adventure next time I’m in town…
Seriously though, save it for Joystiq or Kotaku or something. Flying Throws and Peanuts Man is a sacred brotherhood (we would accept sisters but… you know) that has evolved beyond such simple-minded concepts as “console wars.” Don’t hate, appreciate.
It don’t matter whether or not you are playing on a 360 or a PS3. One way or another, TJ will shinkuu hadoken you to the face and the announcer will cream himself over how beautiful violence is. That’s all that matters.
well, to be fair, owning the wrong system can have huge consequences in the real world
I had an interview once where I killed what i assumed was the substantial part of the interview. So I was pretty pumped up for finally nailing this portion of the interview instead of fucking it up through lack of preparation and my usual outright lies when put on the spot. In any case, after fighting back the urge to hump 3 of the walls and rub my ass on the window like michael jackson after spotting macaulay calkin stroking bubbles, I got ready for the usual get to know a candidate portion of the interview. So we talk some sports and I lie about liking duke basketball (nothing to do with the duke diploma on the wall) and things are going well and I eventually run down some hobbies: books, tv, movies, blah blah blah. Unfortunately, the end of the interview came soon after i mentioned i recently picked up a wii. I was staring off into space talking about how fun it is with a group of people and some beers so it took a while for me to notice that he had begun shaking and his face was turning red. So I stopped talking and asked whats the matter and he yelled at me for wasting his fucking time. How dare I insult him by thinking he would hire a child to work for him. Apparently, wii talk doesnt play when all the execs go out to lunch and I’d embarrass him when i couldnt chime in with the latest grown up video game talk. And thus began my journey of a debt-ridden, oft unemployed existence.
I was down for a little while, but i figure every mistake is a chance to learn. So I recently picked up a 360 and have been doing some research so I can speak more intelligently about grown up hobbies.
You know, like killing a set of polygons that form a person with a laser gun, playing simon says with classic rock songs, and telling that 13 year old to challenge me again when his balls drop.
This post is brought to you by fake throw to uppercut to ultra killing me two times in a row and ex snake hands.
Ok I get a break from drama practice this week. Please someone do something, I need to relax and the Chinese massage parlor on the southside looks a little tooo shady.