Woo, I beat Vice City at about 4:00am today. Before you start bustin', I must say I don't play video games much, if at all. My roommate borrowed the Double-Pack and I gave it a go.
In related/unrelated news (not respectively): I met my long-time arch-nemesis the other night. We are far more alike than arch-nemesises.s.s.ss... should be, other than the stark difference in skin tone. Anyway, I put the whoop on my friend John in Battlefront; on my arch-nemesis's X-Box, at his Fortress of Solitude. Confusing? A bit.
The point is, that shit was never supposed to happen, and John sucks at Battlefront (respectively). And, needless to say, I am the fucking Jedi here.
In other news:
My roommate wants to talk about the current situation, which translates into me probably being homeless. So, I'm getting drunk with her beer. Hooray O.P.B., you down?
Also, I have some raw-ass chicken breasts on the counter awaiting my mad chef-ing.
Word.
In related/unrelated news (not respectively): I met my long-time arch-nemesis the other night. We are far more alike than arch-nemesises.s.s.ss... should be, other than the stark difference in skin tone. Anyway, I put the whoop on my friend John in Battlefront; on my arch-nemesis's X-Box, at his Fortress of Solitude. Confusing? A bit.
The point is, that shit was never supposed to happen, and John sucks at Battlefront (respectively). And, needless to say, I am the fucking Jedi here.
In other news:
My roommate wants to talk about the current situation, which translates into me probably being homeless. So, I'm getting drunk with her beer. Hooray O.P.B., you down?
Also, I have some raw-ass chicken breasts on the counter awaiting my mad chef-ing.
Word.
