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The entry I lost mostly contained me complaining about the government trying to ban San Andreas when you can buy much more realistic violence and explicit sex at Wal*Mart. And guns. Guns grow on trees in this country, but the government'll be damned if people can play computer games with guns and sex in them. I had to go to Wal*Mart, Target, and GameStop before finally finding a copy at EB at the mall. God bless you, EB. Don't give in to whiney parents who don't do their job. Lazy parents make shit annoying for me. Having to run around looking for a place with the balls to sell good games is almost as annoying as having to sit next to your screaming baby while I eat my dinner. I read in the Vent, "Now that restaurants are smoking-free, why not use the space for a 'no kids' section?" Excellent idea, sir or ma'am. Even better: the kids section can be at home, and the no kids section can be the whole restaurant.
Oprah is such a bitch.
10,000 miles.
My license plate in Wolfsburg.
My license plate in Athens.
"I'd be a shitty auto mechanic. If someone brought their car in to me and said, 'My car won't start.' 'Well, maybe there's a killer after you!'"
I still need a name for my car.
Oprah is such a bitch.
10,000 miles.
My license plate in Wolfsburg.
My license plate in Athens.
"I'd be a shitty auto mechanic. If someone brought their car in to me and said, 'My car won't start.' 'Well, maybe there's a killer after you!'"
I still need a name for my car.