Watch the throne

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got a broke clock, Rolleys that don’t tick tok Audemars that losing time,

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Hidden behind all these big rocks

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B-ball so hard I’m shocked too I’m supposed to be locked up too

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You’d be in Paris getting fucked up too Ball so hard Let’s get faded…

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Death Star approaching

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November 8, 2011 this near earth object will pass within the orbit between the moon and earth. Various bloggers and webcam enthusiasts are in an uproar about this. I’m not, I’ve just seen Melancholia, and am so excited something big may happen. We shall see in this next week what new weird we are faced with…

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This darn cat!

Matt found a kitten a couple days ago. He has obscenely huge gold eyes, with silver and blue striped fur. As soon as I picked up this tiny handfull of cute we realised it was Nermal from the Garfield cartoon. “He’s like a silver fox,” Matt said. “Haha like what’s his name? Anderson Cooper!” So its final for me this strange kitty is now to be called Cooper. This afternoon I came home and the were calling him Smokey…now that’s just lame.

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Bumper Sticker FAIL

Bumper sticker says “these colors don’t run” it should say on like a byline or in a thought bubble “BUT IT GETS FADED A MUTHA FUKKA!” Then I thought “what if that driver was drunk or had a shotgun?” After that stinkin thinkin fleeted, I realised it was some middle aged woman that was in my Sociology class. Boy was my face red. I waved politly and drove on.

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milk (or blood) does a body good

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The Cake Is A Lie

Completed Portal, found out: THE CAKE WASN’T A LIE! Well it kind of is, looks like its made of sawdust and caca. However this game was amazing. The antagonist GlaDos was a total bitch! The demented computer voice stays calm at first, as you progress throughout the game she (the voice) turns more and more angry, and increasingly rude.

The developers left the player’s character mute, so as to keep you thinking and yelling at your computer monitor to STFU. I did that, and would get so pissed at GlaDos that I had to quit playing for a few days at a time.

Deciding to play this first Portal became an idea only after I had played passed Portal 2.

Man, Portal 2…now that’s an amazing game. It has seriously changed the way I look at problem solving. Warping my sense of direction into a surprisingly efficient way, and left me wanting to reach those impossible feats I never thought I could or want to reach in “real” life.

All you have to do is open the portal, and look around for an exit.
Portal 2 will forever be the best game I’ve ever fully immersed myself into. Maybe that’s not true
I’m not counting the years of my life wasted in World of Warcraft.

That’s a whole ‘nother story…

I Want You Gone!

I Want You Gone!

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Punch Out!

007 373 5963

007 373 5963

“eat your babies!”

FML

FML

My brother got a refurb NES (old school nintendo) on Craigslist a few weeks ago. This console works as if it was brand new Christmas morning 1987. Seriously I had forgotten how much fun life is, in all the 8-bit goodness of said Nintendo. So many games to troll the internets seedy yard sale underbelly for, Contra, Duck Tales, Super Mario 3, River City Ransom…et al.

This NES came with a few games, one being the original Punch Out with Mike Tyson. Not that weak recoded Dream Match version that came out post cray cray brotha!

In all the years since Punch Out was released my brother Lonnie and I have and will most likely never forget is the password to go straight to the end and get a shot at the champ, that and the code to get all the lives in Contra.

Consisting of ten digits that isn’t a phone number or social security number is embeded into our minds since the day we saw the Saturday morning show Nintendo Power, which gave out the cheats and passwords weekly.

007-373-5963

Simple, I think not. As soon as the bell rings and Tyson starts walking towards you, your hands go clammy and personally my teeth grit, then in one hit you are knocked out.

In the following photos I’ve documented my match which lasted around 2 minutes, then boooom! “retired” (I call it losing)

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VILF

I wanna do bad things with you.

I wanna do bad things with you.

Vampire sometime fooood….nom nom nom

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