Putting the MAN in Pacman
Kohaku: cute
Hartsky: Manly.
Kohaku: im sorry, in my eyes "pacman" is not synonimus with "manly"
Kohaku: yes i know i spelled it wrong
Hartsky: He devours everything in his path, runs from the law (the ghosts do make siren noises, if you remember), and if he is in danger of being caught, he takes drugs and goes on a manic spree killing everyone in the immediate vicinity.
Hartsky: Manly.
Kohaku: meh, if you say so
Hartsky: True, he starts out eating fruit, but once the game progresses far enough, he works his way up to bells and keys.
Hartsky: That's a hardcore motherfucker there.
Hartsky: You ever eaten a bell or a key?
Kohaku: i plead the 5th
Hartsky: Exactly.
Kohaku: *shrugs* meh
Hartsky: Meh?
Hartsky: Every schoolgirl DREAMS of being eaten out by Pacman!
Hartsky: Why do you think bows in hair made such a comeback for a while in the 80's?
Kohaku: he has no tounge
Hartsky: It was because women wanted to be Ms. Pacman.
Kohaku: riiiiiiiight
Kohaku: i never had that particular desire
Hartsky: Yes he does. It's just jet black, the same color as the background of the screen.
Kohaku: so hes like a giraffe?
Hartsky: In that one limited, limited sense, yes.
Kohaku: ok
Hartsky: Observe this Super Pacman cabinet. The image on the bottom of the front panel. Clearly, a tongue. http://spyhunter007.com/Images/super_pacman_standup_cabinet.jpg
Kohaku: ill have to view it later
Hartsky: I can't believe you. You must go for that Legolas type. The kind of man who can trepsy through the woods for weeks without getting his hair mussed.
Kohaku: my internet on the other computer is acting up
Kohaku: no
Hartsky: Oh, for the days of Dirty Harry and Pacman and Wolverine.
Kohaku: not my type either
Kohaku: cant date another guy prettier than me
Kohaku: or that takes longer than me to get ready
Kohaku: my preference comes from the personality first, looks second
Kohaku: but no, i like a man who looks like a man
Kohaku: im supposed to be the pretty one
Hartsky: Oh for Ernest Hemmingway, Punisher, and Stalin. Big hairy men with killing and adventure on their minds.
Kohaku: mmmm, killing spree
Kohaku: *smiles*
Hartsky: Pacman was the last of a dying breed. The kind of man who burps with no apology, forages in the woods for fresh kill, tears out the heart of a Viet Cong with his teeth, then walks into a bar and comes out with six fly bitches on his stick.
Hartsky: O pioneers.
Kohaku: if you say so....but i dont share
Kohaku: so theres only 1 fly bitch with my man.
Hartsky: Pacman doesn't care. He's got plenty of options.
Kohaku: i dont want to date pacman!
Hartsky: Ms. Pacman is kind of a sad case, though. She only still lives with him because he's got her hooked on the crack rock.
Hartsky: She's trying to play a man's game in a man's world.
Kohaku: ms pacman is a crack whore?
Hartsky: That and other things.
Hartsky: A heroin of heroine.
Kohaku: ok
Kohaku: sucks for her
Hartsky: Watch the second intermission on the Ms. Pacman cabinet. The one immediately after the Pretzel stage, entitled "The Chase".
Hartsky: Crack high.
Hartsky: Manly.
Kohaku: im sorry, in my eyes "pacman" is not synonimus with "manly"
Kohaku: yes i know i spelled it wrong
Hartsky: He devours everything in his path, runs from the law (the ghosts do make siren noises, if you remember), and if he is in danger of being caught, he takes drugs and goes on a manic spree killing everyone in the immediate vicinity.
Hartsky: Manly.
Kohaku: meh, if you say so
Hartsky: True, he starts out eating fruit, but once the game progresses far enough, he works his way up to bells and keys.
Hartsky: That's a hardcore motherfucker there.
Hartsky: You ever eaten a bell or a key?
Kohaku: i plead the 5th
Hartsky: Exactly.
Kohaku: *shrugs* meh
Hartsky: Meh?
Hartsky: Every schoolgirl DREAMS of being eaten out by Pacman!
Hartsky: Why do you think bows in hair made such a comeback for a while in the 80's?
Kohaku: he has no tounge
Hartsky: It was because women wanted to be Ms. Pacman.
Kohaku: riiiiiiiight
Kohaku: i never had that particular desire
Hartsky: Yes he does. It's just jet black, the same color as the background of the screen.
Kohaku: so hes like a giraffe?
Hartsky: In that one limited, limited sense, yes.
Kohaku: ok
Hartsky: Observe this Super Pacman cabinet. The image on the bottom of the front panel. Clearly, a tongue. http://spyhunter007.com/Images/super_pacman_standup_cabinet.jpg
Kohaku: ill have to view it later
Hartsky: I can't believe you. You must go for that Legolas type. The kind of man who can trepsy through the woods for weeks without getting his hair mussed.
Kohaku: my internet on the other computer is acting up
Kohaku: no
Hartsky: Oh, for the days of Dirty Harry and Pacman and Wolverine.
Kohaku: not my type either
Kohaku: cant date another guy prettier than me
Kohaku: or that takes longer than me to get ready
Kohaku: my preference comes from the personality first, looks second
Kohaku: but no, i like a man who looks like a man
Kohaku: im supposed to be the pretty one
Hartsky: Oh for Ernest Hemmingway, Punisher, and Stalin. Big hairy men with killing and adventure on their minds.
Kohaku: mmmm, killing spree
Kohaku: *smiles*
Hartsky: Pacman was the last of a dying breed. The kind of man who burps with no apology, forages in the woods for fresh kill, tears out the heart of a Viet Cong with his teeth, then walks into a bar and comes out with six fly bitches on his stick.
Hartsky: O pioneers.
Kohaku: if you say so....but i dont share
Kohaku: so theres only 1 fly bitch with my man.
Hartsky: Pacman doesn't care. He's got plenty of options.
Kohaku: i dont want to date pacman!
Hartsky: Ms. Pacman is kind of a sad case, though. She only still lives with him because he's got her hooked on the crack rock.
Hartsky: She's trying to play a man's game in a man's world.
Kohaku: ms pacman is a crack whore?
Hartsky: That and other things.
Hartsky: A heroin of heroine.
Kohaku: ok
Kohaku: sucks for her
Hartsky: Watch the second intermission on the Ms. Pacman cabinet. The one immediately after the Pretzel stage, entitled "The Chase".
Hartsky: Crack high.