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Yesterday I woke up around 2:10p.m. and I thought, "This is too early. I will continue to try and sleep." My attempts at rest were haulted, however, by a loud beating at my window. Filled with curiosity I headed over and peeked out, only to find my trusty friends Garrett and Matt waiting outside. We engaged in a not-so-long chat before I moved through the short hallway and let them in the door. We discussed our day thusfar and my computer was used, as well as the various game consoles that take refuge beneath my television. For a moment we all shared a look, and then the trusty cob pipe was brought out from its hiding spot.
Certain events took place. The nature of these events is best left for another discussion in another forum. But before you knew it, we were packed into Matt's automobile and heading towards the mall known as Wolfchase. The trip was dull, my lovely cob pipe coming into play yet again. Exiting the vehicle, we were all giggling like young asians in the presense of an American pop star. Who knows what thoughts were rushing through each of our heads. We tried our best to act normal during our approach to one of the many entrances to this mammoth building. The door was opening, and we had not a single idea of what waited inside.
Much to our surprise the mall was the same as any other day. I explained to my buddies how to follow the curve to reach your destination. Neither paid any mind to my remarks and walked along with me in tow. For some reason we all had to urinate like wild children. Our next mission was clear: make it to the toilet next to the arcade. On the way we saw a girl. This girl was wearing pants that were loose, loose like any old pair of pajama pants might be. Luckily she was facing away from us, and the pants were shooting right up her backside leaving very little to the imagination. I'm sure we all thought of what we heard on the radio a few minutes before. Oh, the bathroom! Garrett let out a bit of gas while urinating, and I made a few childish noises. Matt was more silent but you could tell he was laughing like a terrorist.
We walked down to the game store, EBX. "Matt, you are big like X-BOX", I said. "you momma big like xbox", was what I heard in return. That joke will not grow old for a good time I suspect, both points of it. Garrett browsed the shelves and the shopkeeper ignored our lack of eye contact. What was this we saw? A fighting game that is on display, and available to play? For those of you playing along at home, the game was the latest release in the series of Dragon Ball Z fighting games. If you like one set of attacks that is recycled a dozen or so times, and the color changed slightly, then this game is for you! Garrett beat us most of the time, I won a few also. Matt was the overall loser, as with most other games. Poor Matt and I marveled at the size of the X-Box controllers and Garrett purchased the nice game "Ikaruga".
Back in my room, we put the newly-acquired treasure into the fabled gamecube. If you are a fan of Contra: Shattered Soldier, then you will be a fan of Ikaruga. This game is a good time. I only played once, Matt and Garrett did the majority of the game-playing on my bed staring mindlessly into the television. As usual, I was stationed at my computer chatting away with my good buddies Amber, Jeremy, and Jeff. Eventually all of this internet conversation disappeared. Amber headed off to rock out, as did Jeremy and Jeff. My room smelled horribly at the end of the night.
And there is how my day went, from start to almost the finish! That story wasn't very entertaining. Fuck you. I was going to put a picture but I closed the other window. You miss out.
Certain events took place. The nature of these events is best left for another discussion in another forum. But before you knew it, we were packed into Matt's automobile and heading towards the mall known as Wolfchase. The trip was dull, my lovely cob pipe coming into play yet again. Exiting the vehicle, we were all giggling like young asians in the presense of an American pop star. Who knows what thoughts were rushing through each of our heads. We tried our best to act normal during our approach to one of the many entrances to this mammoth building. The door was opening, and we had not a single idea of what waited inside.
Much to our surprise the mall was the same as any other day. I explained to my buddies how to follow the curve to reach your destination. Neither paid any mind to my remarks and walked along with me in tow. For some reason we all had to urinate like wild children. Our next mission was clear: make it to the toilet next to the arcade. On the way we saw a girl. This girl was wearing pants that were loose, loose like any old pair of pajama pants might be. Luckily she was facing away from us, and the pants were shooting right up her backside leaving very little to the imagination. I'm sure we all thought of what we heard on the radio a few minutes before. Oh, the bathroom! Garrett let out a bit of gas while urinating, and I made a few childish noises. Matt was more silent but you could tell he was laughing like a terrorist.
We walked down to the game store, EBX. "Matt, you are big like X-BOX", I said. "you momma big like xbox", was what I heard in return. That joke will not grow old for a good time I suspect, both points of it. Garrett browsed the shelves and the shopkeeper ignored our lack of eye contact. What was this we saw? A fighting game that is on display, and available to play? For those of you playing along at home, the game was the latest release in the series of Dragon Ball Z fighting games. If you like one set of attacks that is recycled a dozen or so times, and the color changed slightly, then this game is for you! Garrett beat us most of the time, I won a few also. Matt was the overall loser, as with most other games. Poor Matt and I marveled at the size of the X-Box controllers and Garrett purchased the nice game "Ikaruga".
Back in my room, we put the newly-acquired treasure into the fabled gamecube. If you are a fan of Contra: Shattered Soldier, then you will be a fan of Ikaruga. This game is a good time. I only played once, Matt and Garrett did the majority of the game-playing on my bed staring mindlessly into the television. As usual, I was stationed at my computer chatting away with my good buddies Amber, Jeremy, and Jeff. Eventually all of this internet conversation disappeared. Amber headed off to rock out, as did Jeremy and Jeff. My room smelled horribly at the end of the night.
And there is how my day went, from start to almost the finish! That story wasn't very entertaining. Fuck you. I was going to put a picture but I closed the other window. You miss out.