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[Dec. 3rd, 2006|11:30 pm] |
So, I got my Nintendo Wii today. Got another controller (Wiimote and Nunchuck), a Classic Controller (so that I can play games I download) and a copy of Twilight Princess.
First off, let me say, Twilight Princess ROCKS. So very much. I love it. I also love the Wii and take back every negative or whathaveyou thing that I've ever said about it.
So, last night I decided to stay up all night since a Toys-R-Us in the area was getting Wii's in but couldn't sell them till today as part of an ad campaign. So, I leave (with a friend) at about 5:30am and get there at 6, there's already a long line. About 15-25 minutes later an employee comes out and starts handing out vouchers to get a Wii. I'm worried cause there are so many in line. Turns out, there were a bunch of big groups that were keeping just a single or two people company, so what looked like ~30 was really only 18. I was #19 or 30. I have to take a minor aside and give major props to an employee of Toys-R-Us, Mitch. He was the one handing out vouchers and dealing with the peoples in the lines and laying down the rules and keeping everything nice and organized and civil.
So, anyway, the clock rolls closer and closer to 9am (when the store was gonna open) and FINALLY it opens. Takes about 20 minutes to get everything and we leave the store at about 9:22am, with a Wii and Twilight Princess happily in my possession. A Christmas present to myself from myself. I can't wait for more games to be available for download. |
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[Aug. 29th, 2006|11:48 am] |
Okay, so, I saw this in a rant for a comic I really love. I'll link the comic and the part of his news rant thing that I really love. Here is the comic, and I command every one of you to read it: http://www.snafu-comics.com/ and here is the part of his thing that I really love: "Oh and the toothpaste thing comes from how they won't allow toothpaste on planes anymore. they're too afraid of a Dentist Attack... I mean Terrorist attack. But a dentist attack would be pretty scary to."
...FUCK YOU TSA! |
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[Jul. 25th, 2006|12:09 am] |
So, yesterday (or I guess two days ago now, since it's after midnight) I went to one of the, if not the, most badass concerts ever. The Sounds of the Underground Tour. It fuckin' ROCKED! I got to see my favorite band, In Flames, play again, and I also got to see Trivium and Through The Eyes of the Dead. I also got exposed to a bunch of new music, like Behemoth and Horse the Band.
Basically, my entire body is sore. My neck is sore from headbanging, my back is sore, my legs are sore, my feet are sore, my forearms and my index and pinky finger are sore as hell...hell, even my SHOULDERS are sore. But goddamn was it an awesome concert. More later once I get back from fragging bitches.
Edit:
New stuff! I was looking at Trivium's webblog and found a picture of the crowd, and I think I see myself! There WAS a pit behind me, so it might very well be me.
Obviously, look at the small red circle. Can only see my head, but I think it looks like me.
So, since I didn't post it, the line up was:
As I Lay Dying (badass band and headliner, must get CD's of their shit)
In Flames (w00t!!)
Trivium (more w00t!!)
Cannibal Corpse (w00t! But they scare me...)
Terror (fuckin badass band)
The Black Dahlia Murder (also badass, must find music)
Behemoth (...fucking metal. All I can say. The guys are fuckin' metal, their music is fuckin metal, their set was fuckin' metal. I NEED more)
The Chariot (Alright. I'd listen to em, but not sure if I'd buy a CD or not)
Through The Eyes of the Dead (Badass man. Just badass. I sadly missed half of their set cause I came in a bit late, so I'm gonna be watching for when they come back to Texas)
GWAR (Um....they scare me. But they put on an awesome set, and I would go to another concert they were in. Things of note: Lots of balls, lots of penis, lots of fake blood and blue and green liquids, flaying Nazi Pope alive and knocking half of President's head off. Where else are you gonna see that shit?)
Evergreen Terrace (Uh...alright, I suppose)
Horse The Band (FUCKING! METAL! YO! They had an ELECTRIC KEYBOARD! METAL! WITH A KEYBOARD PLAYER! They rocked hardcore man. I also need CD's of theirs. Now.)
I think there were like, two more bands, but I can't fuckin remember cause they were on before Eyes, and I got in halfway through Eyes set. I met a really cool guy named Richard while I was there too, he lives in Austin too. But yeah, the music was awesome, the people were awesome, the sets were awesome...it was...I miss it. I wish I could go again.
Also, I got to thinking while I was there...metal lovers have the widest range of tastes in music. They were playing COUNTRY from time to time between sets and noone groaned or bitched about it. Richard said he likes everything from Tejano to metal to country. Hell, I love Dino and classical and Tom Petty and a lot more AND I love metal. Also, metal heads are some of the nicest people you will ever meet. And pits have a kind of...ettiquite about them. If you fall, they will pick you up...course, you usually fall cause of like an elbow to the face or something, and they'll do it all over again once they pick your ass up.
Sounds of the Underground Tour. Awesome. Best concert I've been to in a long time. I am so going next year. |
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| So much hate |
[Jul. 8th, 2006|01:41 am] |
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Damnit. Two things in as many days that I hate. Actually, it's all within ONE day. Fuck you Jerry Bruckheimer and Gore Verbinski and all the writers of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. I saw a midnight showing, and the end! ARG! THE END! >. |
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[Jun. 28th, 2006|11:38 am] |
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So, I havn't posted in a while. I went to California last month for my cousin's wedding and to say goodbye to my grandfather before he died.
In happier news, a friend I havn't talked to in over a year is finally online again. Sad news, she's in New Mexico instead of being in Texas an hour and a half drive away me from. Poot. Happy news, I got a present for my friend Laura, and got a photocopy of it made because it's just too cute. Sad news, she hasn't answered her phone all the times I've tried to call her to get her address so I can send stuff to her.
So, yeah. That's about all that's going on in my life. Trying to get a job still, so that's all good, dreading going back to school, looking forward to my 21st birthday cause A) I can drink and 2) I get to go to California again to hang with my friends there and do some paintball. |
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| Hooray heavy metal |
[May. 18th, 2006|11:37 am] |
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I love how heavy metal has some of the best messages in music. Fuck all that feel good, happy-go-lucky, "relaxing" and "calming" music that's supposed to have like, deep, hidden meanins and all that shit. I want songs like this one, that give their message right in the words, not in the subtext.
Declaration by Trivium:
Freedom is all I have to say in defense
Of what the world's becoming
A nation hell bent on choosing what's right
And how we all should live our lives
Fuck their ways it is time to break free
Fuck their hate acceptance is what we need
Equality for every race, sex, sexuality
And every choice to live our lives
And to you bigot cretin ignocamus
Mind your own goddamn fucking business
Fuck their ways it is time to break free
Fuck their hate acceptance is what we need
Equality for every race, sex, sexuality
And every choice to live our lives
And to you bigot cretin ignocamus
Mind your own goddamn fucking business
Holding onto what makes us whole
Never letting their poison take control
Freezing the air (that stands between all of us)
Closing the eyes (bear witness to me)
Feeling the Fear (that stands between all of us)
Closing the eyes (bear witness to me)
I'll be right here
Falling away
Fighting on principle
I'll die 1000 times
Before I'll ever be them
Fighting on principle
I'll die 1000 times
Before I'll ever be them
Burn the scriptures
bury the governing
Free yourself
Break the structures
Declare Freedom (x4) |
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[Apr. 28th, 2006|12:10 am] |
I...am such a fucking tool. I am a goddamned procrastinating tool.
Shit. |
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[Apr. 19th, 2006|12:41 pm] |
Fuck you April! You're not quite as bad as some other months, like last month or February...but still! Fuck you! Goddamned April 20th. OMGZ! LIKE! 4-20!!!1! LOLZ! LUTZ SMOKE WEED AND BE DUMBASSSESS CAUSE, LIKE! ALL TEH COOL PEEPLZ R DOING IT!
...I want to build a time machine, go back and find the person who came up with 4:20, and rape him then kill him. *sigh* Science Fiction, you fail me today. |
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| And now, to see why I hate writing shit |
[Apr. 10th, 2006|11:51 am] |
Here is the paper I wrote for my Crime in America class (criminology), upon reading it, you will see why I hate writing essays with a passion. Enjoy.
Henry Lee Lucas: A Criminologists View
Henry Lee Lucas was born on August 23rd, 1936 in Blacksburg, Virginia to Viola and Anderson Lucas. Growing up, Henry did not have an easy childhood, but being the youngest of 9 children would make anyone’s life difficult. Not only was he born in a two-room, dirt-floored cabin in the woods outside of Blacksburg, but also he described his mother as a violent prostitute, and his father as an alcoholic who lost his legs to a drunken freight train accident. His mother, who ruled the family with a rod of iron, viciously beat not only her husband Anderson, but also her son Henry and his half-brother.
Viola seemed to hate Henry from the moment he was born, striving to make every second of his life a living hell. She forced both Henry and his father to watch the parades of men that she had sex with, which eventually caused his father, Anderson, to drag himself outside to spend the night in the snow, where he contracted a fatal case of pneumonia. Henry even once spent three days in a coma due to his mother hitting him in the head with a plank of wood. His mothers black heart did not end with all of that, however. While playing with a knife as a child he cut his eye. Viola let him suffer until the eye festered and doctors had to surgically remove it, replacing it with a glass eye.
Anderson’s only contribution to his son’s upbringing was to introduce him to moonshine whiskey. By the age of ten, Henry was virtually an alcoholic. Not long after that, his mother’s live-in lover, “Uncle Bernie”, introduced young Henry to bestiality, not only teaching him how to rape animals, but also teaching him how to torture and kill them for pleasure (zoosadism). Henry claimed later in life that he took to this experience with relish.
At around age 15, Henry decided to try sex with humans. He claimed, and then later retracted, that his first sexual experience with a woman resulted in his first murder. He supposedly picked up a young girl near Lynchburg whom he raped and strangled after she refused his repeated and clumsy advances. Not surprisingly, Henry drifted towards crime after this encounter. In June of 1954, Henry was arrested and sentenced to a six-year prison term for a series of burglaries around Richmond. He managed to escape custody twice -- once by walking away from a road gang on September 14, 1957 and once in December of 1957 --but was recaptured both times.
After he was discharged on September 2, 1959, Henry went to live with his sister in Tecumseh, Michigan. Shortly afterwards his 74-year-old mother appeared on the doorstep, nagging him and demanding that he come back to Blacksburg with her. Events kept getting heated until the fateful night of January 11, 1960, when Henry stabbed his mother with a knife after she struck him with a broom. Both Henry and Viola were drunk at the time, and Viola died two days later. Henry served 15 years for second-degree murder.
In late 1976 Henry met Ottis Toole in a soup kitchen in Jacksonville, Florida. Henry also met Ottis’ niece, Frieda Powell. Henry took an instant liking to the ten-year-old girl. Over the next several years Henry and Ottis lived together and would travel and commit crimes together. Henry would work occasionally as a roofer.
Eventually, Henry was arrested in June 1983 on a firearms violation, but he was later charged with killing 82-year-old Kate Rich in Ringgold, Texas. He was also charged with the murder of Frieda Powell. Henry Lee Lucas was an amazing liar and extremely prone to exaggeration, so it is hard to believe any of his confessions. Over the next 18 months Henry confessed to an endless series of murders, eventually confessing to over 300 murders. If you include the murders by friends and associates that number raises to “way over 500.” However, because he was prone to lying and exaggeration, Henry also retracted many statements, confessions, and details about murders and his life.
Now what could turn a man like Henry Lee Lucas to crime? Given his childhood, it seems easy to rationalize why he would commit crimes. While it does not seem as if Henry has any mental disorders, the psychodynamic perspective of the psychological traits seems to apply. He did not have a very good childhood, being forced to find ways to survive, so his id –the animal part of your brain that is your survival instincts– would have been very active and potent. Social Learning Theory also applies to Henry. If you remember, “Uncle Bernie” taught young Henry about bestiality. It is also not too unreasonable to believe that Henry learned violence and his taste for sex from his violent prostitute mother.
Henry very clearly has an antisocial personality. Because of his like of rape and zoosadism it is clear that he is unable to empathize with others, and because of his id seeming to control him all the time, he tended to be very impulsive. The strain theory has some parts that would apply to Henry as well. Growing up on the outskirts of town and living in an extremely dysfunctional family would produce a great amount of anomie –the lack of norms or clear social standards– for young Henry. One could also see the connection of poverty and crime. Henry, quite obviously, grew up in poverty. Because of this he did not get a very good education (I could not find any reports of him even graduating high school), and his mother did not seem very educated. This most likely had a hand in helping Henry’s id be far superior to his ego and superego.
As a child, Henry never had anything to love. If he loved something, his mother would destroy it. He had a donkey for a couple of days until his mother asked if he loved it. When he responded that he did, she killed it with a shotgun. This is a clear example of the general strain theory. Removal of positively valued stimuli, having anything that he loves destroyed, and the presentation of negative stimuli, being beaten and a childhood alcoholic, must have created immense amounts of strain on him. According to Agnew, each type of strain that one receives increases the likelihood that the person will experience negative emotions, such as: disappointment, fear, depression, and anger.
Poor family relations also had a hand in Henry’s life of crime. Having a handicapped father (who died during Henry’s childhood), a prostitute mother who beat him, and a man who was his mothers’ lover and a very sick individual living with him and teaching him does not add up to a lot of parental efficacy. If you consider that Henry lived a life of violent and sexual crimes, then you could consider his parents as having been very effective teachers. But that is not the social norm, and in relation to the social norm of not living a life of crime, they did a very horrible job of raising him.
Differential Association Theory, which states that crime is learned thing, just like anything else, is perhaps the strongest theory I can see in Henry. Differential association says that: criminal behavior is learned, is learned as a by-product of interacting with others, occurs within intimate personal groups, learning criminal behavior involves assimilating the techniques of committing crimes, and several other things. Henry did indeed learn crime from his mother and “Uncle Bernie”. Interacting with his mother on a daily basis, and observing her having sex, dissolved sex into something cheap. This was taken further when Uncle Bernie taught him about bestiality, which is also criminal behavior.
Of course, you could argue that Henry had a latent trait that contributed to all of this. Which trait he had, who knows. There are a lot of different traits that are present at birth, or are formed shortly thereafter, that can lead to a life of crime. His trait was most likely lying. Lying does not always lead to crime, but if you are good at it, you can get away with crime, so it is reasonable to assume that a liar could commit crimes because they believe they would be able to lie their way out of trouble.
And finally, the last theory that seems to apply to Henry is the Integrated Cognitive Antisocial Potential Theory. Henry most definitely had a huge antisocial potential, which would explain why he possibly committed so many crimes. If he can be believed and he really did kill over 300 people, then that is an amazing amount of antisocial potential. According to Ferrington, antisocial potential increases when a person becomes frustrated or despondent. He also believes that it is closely linked to attachment and socialization. Since Henry had a very bad childhood and was not properly socialized, and he had problems with attachment, it is not unreasonable to believe he had high antisocial potential. Because of this high amount of antisocial potential, he was at risk to commit antisocial acts throughout his entire life, which he did.
So, as you can see, Henry Lee Lucas was a very disturbed individual. He was a liar, rapist, murderer, and zoosadist. From day one, his life set him up to be a criminal, and there are several criminological theories that apply to him.
Yes, I know that it just ends abruptly. I suck at writing closing paragraphs.
edit: So, yeah. I got this back on Monday and it turns out I got a 98 on it. Wow. Go me. Shocked the pants off me it did. |
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| April sucks |
[Apr. 2nd, 2006|03:21 am] |
FUCK YOU APRIL! FUCK YOU AND APRIL FOOLS AND FUCK YOU AND DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME! BLOW ME!
The only month worse than you is February with Black History Month and Valentines Day! Not that I have anything against blacks, but goddamn, shut up about it already, take lesson from the Jews. |
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| Black History Month, crackah say what? |
[Feb. 20th, 2006|02:54 pm] |
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Why do we have black history month? Is it just cause some professor of African-American studies said " 'cause I say so"? If so, does that mean that if I was a professor of...Jewish Studies, I could say "We're having Jewish History Month...cause I said so"? |
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| Fuck |
[Feb. 20th, 2006|01:47 am] |
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I swear the fucking god, if one of my friends goes behind my back again or tries to break the rules of my house, or tries to play big dog and start shit, or makes threats, I'm going to show them who the Big Dog is and lay down the law. And if they don't fucking like it, piss off, cause you aren't welcome here anymore. |
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[Dec. 28th, 2005|09:23 am] |
Merry belated Christmas y'all.
Now to go back to being sick. |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2005|12:24 pm] |
So, yeah. I still slightly smell of pot smoke, cigarette smoke, and alcohol.
Yesterday was a great day. Started off with a doctors appointment. Then I got a new pair of boots, went to class, went to work, and then I went to an MC Chris concert. went with my brother Chris and my friends Ben and Chris. The concert TOTALLY! FUCKING! ROCKED! He had badass opening acts (The Ergs and Snmnmnm and one other that I can never remember their name =/ ) but then he came on and totally stole the night. Before the concert, waiting outside (cause the doors were SUPPOSED to open at 8, but they really opened at 9) the bands were walking around, so the lead singer of Snmnmnm stopped and talked to us and bullshitted around for a bit. Once we got inside we talked with them some more at their merchant table, got some of their stuff, and had a great time.
So, the first act goes, then it's The Ergs, then Snmnmnm, and they rock the joint like nothing else. Finally...MC Chris comes out, singing Nanana Damashii from the Katamari Damacy soundtrack, but instead of the "Na....na na na na na na" stuff, he's singing about how fucking great it is to be back in badass Austin, TX. Between songs he just talked and joked and bullshitted with the audience, some of which was hilarious. "I'M RAPING YOUR FACE GEORGE BUSH! RAPING YOUR FACE WITH MY BIG BLACK COCK! ...Did you know I have a black cock? Neither did Bush!"
Finally, he comes to the last song. He walks off and the crowd starts with "MC CHRIS! MC CHRIS!" chants until he comes back to deafening cheering and appluase for an encore. At the end of which, he played MC Chris Owns. Sadly, by that time I was so hoarse and my throat was so sore from all the cheering and screaming and smoke that I could barely sing. Hell, my throat is still scratchy today.
Oh man, then like, some monkies came up on stage and set up a meth lab, and we were all having a badass rave to MC Chris while monkies were making meth, and someone busted out some coke. Then the fuzz came to break it all up, so we all hopped into a hearse and got into a huge Blues Brothers-esq chase down 6th Street and through Barton Creek Mall (one of the major malls in Austin), meanwhile we were all singing to his shit, and the monkies were still there brewing meth. And then the Millennium Falcon swooped down and picked us up and there was some awesome party going on with Chewy, Han, Luke and the crew. Hell, even Darth Vader and Obi-Wan Kenobi were there. But then the fuzz got some Tie-Fighters and joined up with a fleet of Reavers and we got chased through Mos Eisley and all over Hoth with AT-AT's shootin shit at us and blowing shit up, and we were all "FUCK! Watch out! We got a meth lab in here...one stray shot could blow us all to hell!" Then out of nowhere King Kong and Godzilla got into a huge fuckin' sumo match, and I was Rocky and MC was the midget trainer dude, and I was all "I can't do it MC!" and he was like "Do this line of coke man, and you can do anything!", so I did and I knocked the fuck out of Mr. T and became the Heavyweight Champion.
Yeah...the concert rocked. |
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| Sad day |
[Nov. 14th, 2005|05:40 pm] |
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On Sunday, November 13th, 2005, "Latino Heat" Eddie Guerrero was found dead in his hotel room Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Eddie (who was only 38) will be sorely missed by this fan, and by many others. Hell, he was my third favorite wrestler, and he well deserved that rank. He lied, cheated, and stole his way into our hearts and our homes. We laughed with him, cheered at his cheating antics, and now we mourn and cry with his family.
Viva la raza. We will miss you Eddie.
Eduardo Gory Guerrero Llanes
October 9, 1967 – November 13, 2005 |
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| I AM BATMAN! |
[Nov. 7th, 2005|10:18 pm] |
 | You scored as Batman, the Dark Knight. As the Dark Knight of Gotham, Batman is a vigilante who deals out his own brand of justice to the criminals and corrupt of the city. He follows his own code and is often misunderstood. He has few friends or allies, but finds comfort in his cause.
Batman, the Dark Knight | | 71% | The Amazing Spider-Man | | 67% | Maximus | | 63% | The Terminator | | 58% | William Wallace | | 54% | Captain Jack Sparrow | | 54% | El Zorro | | 50% | Neo, the "One" | | 46% | Lara Croft | | 46% | James Bond, Agent 007 | | 42% | Indiana Jones | | 42% | </td>
Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0
created with QuizFarm.com |
Awesome, so...I am Batman. I need a Snickers now... :shifty: |
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| Joy...more deleted posts |
[Nov. 7th, 2005|12:22 am] |
Yeah, so, posts of mine have a tendancy to get deleted cause the mods are fucking assholes on my old schools messageboard. So, here's another famous deleted post.
What the fuck is with people posting "hic-up"? Is your diaphragm contracting uncontrollably and thus making you sound like an ass...or are you just stupid?
What the fuck is with people posting "Oohhh...I need to get to work. Oohhh...I'm lazy bastard. Oohhh...I'm a useless human being." You know what, shut the fuck up. Get off your lazy goddamned ass and get to fucking work! I don't fucking want to hear about it. You either need to get to work...or kill yourself. Now.
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| Sad but true |
[Oct. 21st, 2005|05:38 pm] |
Yes, it is sad but true. Here is another post of mine that will most likely get modded. Why? The mods on SCAD's messageboard are nazi's, that's why.
QUOTE (Maria Catoni)
I hate when people nod in acknowledgement of someone. It screams "incredibly bad social skills".
It seems you are out numbered Ms. Catoni. And you see, the simple "nod of acknowledgement" is a relatively new thing to you women-folk, but it has been a mainstay in the world of man since the dawn of time. Why, entier conversations can be held in grunts and nods. We have perfected it to an art where each nod can mean something different. You, my dear, have much to learn. |
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| sig |
[Oct. 5th, 2005|11:36 pm] |
posting my sig from a web forum so that I'll be able to switch back to it in a months time or something.
[size=1]Love Angel Lamke? Want to be a fanboy/girl? Join the Offical Angel Lamke Fanclub on The Facebook today![/size]
[size=1][i]Stop picking on me
Because I'm a geek
I'm strange to you
you're strange to me
Well one of these days I'm gonna pack heat
Your brains on the wall
MY FACE ON TV[/i]
-MC Chris geek
[quote=Nick Bartone]Agreed. Razzi's are a humiliating disgrace to the american public; worse than prostitutes, at least [i]they[/i] are good for something.[/quote][/size] |
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| Best. Post. Ever. |
[Sep. 15th, 2005|11:58 pm] |
Okay, talking about the new Revolution controller. I know this post is going to get deleted, but it's just too good to let it go to waste.
"I don't want to have my wanking arm tired out by gaming goddamnit."
I'll probably fill in context later. And probably edit this to fill it in with more posts that I don't want to see get destroyed by the mods.
"QUOTE (Jonathan Ponikvar)
You'll change your mind once you try it, I promise.
That's what they said about SARS."
once again, talking about the controller of the Revolution. |
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