Thursday, November 16, 2006

At any cost...

Is appendicitis any excuse for losing your primo spot in the Playstation 3 queue? Hell, no! You've got a spork and a common blood type. You know what to do. Now how does that prayer go again, "Yea, though I walk in the valley of the shadow of death..."

And don't worry . . . if you lose consciousness the crowd will make sure to push you forward the second the gates open. That'll be your signal to float away from the light in time to re-animate your corpse and grab the last PS3 from the shelf. You won't have lost your girlfriend (doesn't understand importance of high def gaming), big toe (frostbite), and now vestigial internal organ (just had to go today, didn't it?) for nothing. Now go home and take a shower. Oh, you'll be playing, right. Well, you may want to squeeze one in before Thanksgiving. Especially given your recent surgical procedure. I'm just saying . . .

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