argonautgod

I was really looking forward about writing up this 6-way poker game that should have happened last night.

But because the snow cut off these fecking country folk the Hindu Cow had to work and it all collapsed. Arse.

So instead me, the Egg and, belatedly, the Hindu Cow taunted some teenagers on CS Source (ooooh, I typed it like a gamer, I'm losing my no0b ness).

Thinking about it, I was smashing prostitutes in the chooch, walloping homosexual skinheads with baseball bats, running the sweep 2-2, leading teams to the first division, telling an Egg to jump over spikes, getting the HEADSHOT on terrorists and slaughtering all manner of beasties in bubbles before most of these twats who started this no0b bullshit before they were nut-milk in their Daddy's knackersack. Cheeky bloody term, no0b. Get some Target Renegade or Double Dragon 2 on the go and say that. You hear me. I was dominating before this no0b crap started and I'll still dominate you afterwards because back when games were really a challenge, I was a king. A god. People looked at me and said, boy this guy's the shit. Now that I'm actually LIVING, you no0b fairies, I'm suddenly left behind, regressed? How about doing something CONSTRUCTIVE with your lives fairies...

I don't know what I'm gibbering about. Really. a nostalgia trip gone bad that above paragraph was.

Now I'm typing like Yoda.

Gah. This ends now, dammit.