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Well, guess I should update this topic with every pointless detail of the past few days.
Um, we spent most of it playing video games.
We found a site called Jabberwacky where you apparently talk to "Bots", but we immediately knew they weren't bots. Turned out it's just a bunch of people talking and it changes the person you talk to every so often. Started screwing with people by making Chuck Norris jokes, and talking about how Scizzoman and Plasma Soul were really something. Then I pretended to be a bot and told people about how our robot armies would kill everything, etc. Sad thing was, most people thought they were actually talking to bots.
Um, we played Brawl a bit, screwed with the Car Cannon glitch in GTAIV (with absolutely hilarious results), and created a new World Tour in Rock Band. Then played Warhawk with Plasma's friend Flamecon. Who is a bastard.
We now repeatedly reference Ralph's line "I'm a gulch!" and Zoidberg's line, "It's toe tappingly tragic!" If we mention someone named Florian (who is <i>flamboyantly homosexual</i>) or talk about how we're going to see BEEG AMERICAN TEETEES! we're referencing GTAIV.
Also found out that The Power of One by Sonata Arctica is totally fucking epic, and Plasma has Down in the Park, a Foo Fighters cover of a Gary Numan song, stuck in his head.
There you have it, every utterly pointless detail of our sordid little lives. Back to you Plasma.
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<b><i>Sun will rise, close your eyes. Downfallen, fallen, falling. Hold inside, just howling in the shadows...</i></b>
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