*in a throaty voice* "Staaaaaars..."
So a funny thing happened the other day...
I was walking towards Bondurant, when I happened to notice my good friend Brett King. Well, as I was about to issue a warm hello I happened to notice his shirt.
"Oh cool, he's wearing his Umbrella Corporation shirt... uh oh."
Suddenly I remembered something, and as I looked down I saw what I'd feared -- the words "RPD" on my shirt.
So, in other words we were both wearing Resident Evil shirts, and I was the good guy and Brett the bad.
I just kinda looked at him and said "okay, this is so entirely sad."
"What is?"
"The shirts..."
Brett looked down. "Oh."
"You're not about to open fire on me, are you?" I asked of my sudden enemy.
We both had a good laugh, and of course I said I'd be blogging this.
Yes, I'm an ubergeek. Nay, we're both ubergeeks.
I was walking towards Bondurant, when I happened to notice my good friend Brett King. Well, as I was about to issue a warm hello I happened to notice his shirt.
"Oh cool, he's wearing his Umbrella Corporation shirt... uh oh."
Suddenly I remembered something, and as I looked down I saw what I'd feared -- the words "RPD" on my shirt.
So, in other words we were both wearing Resident Evil shirts, and I was the good guy and Brett the bad.
I just kinda looked at him and said "okay, this is so entirely sad."
"What is?"
"The shirts..."
Brett looked down. "Oh."
"You're not about to open fire on me, are you?" I asked of my sudden enemy.
We both had a good laugh, and of course I said I'd be blogging this.
Yes, I'm an ubergeek. Nay, we're both ubergeeks.