Papa

Either some twisted god decides when you go or you tell that god what to do with itself and do it yourself. I'm not promoting it. It's just how I see it. Who has never thought of choosing your exit when you decide. Hunter S. was like this. I don't know enough about Chris to know if this was a type of inner torment or a personal choice.

You mean baby #2 (poo doo)? OR, anudder in da udder? Iz on seven but who's countin'? Congrats either way!

Ice milk a rat!

Do you let him crawl on you yet? It's awesome. I often wave at smart spiders and they often wave back. It must take intelligence to manage all of those eyes and legs. When I think of parts falling from heaven becoming things, spiders are a pair of hands.

Now the test is whether you play them because they make you use your imagination or because it's 'cool'. I'd invest in the secret weapon of most VCS/2600 users: A SEGA PAD!

"Data,that was seven years ago."

that

Well, the first time it was out of key so I started walking out but you got my attention again...

MY practice is always to hold said valuable item up in the air and announce it's current nerd inflated value. For instance, I hold up an unopened, say, G1 Megatron. "FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS!!", then slip the knife down the tape and yell "WORTHLESS!". Toys should be played with so they can live.

Be prepared to get LUCKY! Those pastel buttons will draw 'em in, yo. If it's Easter you can just carry the console around and pretend to play those buttons like a playskool keytar and you will GET SOME! GAWD I LOVE THAT GREY JOYSTICK! UH! MAN. That's an awesome system.

OH! I thought you were talking about the dim door induced haunted arcade game that threw people into downward spirals and can't seem to be remembered...

All the utterances in silence being dumped into the barren chat room have to surface somewhere...

Mmmmm. Bovine bone scrapings! I used to have this innocent image of horses getting their toenails relaxedly clipped while yawning and giggling. Now I see the skeletal remains of my earthly brother scraped to shards. Look a mold!

Yaaaay! Was it the homeless guy? I'm glad everything went well.

Don't they, like, swish it out confusedly with a coffee stirrer sized needle to suck up little globular chunks with nerve jarring pain?

Tell them you readily change your name daily to things like "I am" or "Old Dirty Bastard", and that you do not currently honor a strawman. Also, you could say that signing is like swearing and you are told to swear on nothing. You could write a big 'X' on everything like cartoon animals. I will, from now on, put '1 brown' every time it says "eyes_____". You could spit some fake blood on the form (or screen) and say "I'm Clarence Bodicker...

*bit but bet is pretty cool.

That was my 16-bet (that wasn't) choice. I loved it, but still dug Golden A$$. The Turbo Duo (and later PC Engine Duo and SuperGrafx) destroy all regrets for having an 8-bit powerhouse with an arcade card, Strider, Fatal Fury 2, Street Fighter 2 CE, Devil Crash, Alien Crush, EVERDRIVE!! Ninja Spirit.