Sweet Story of the Day OR "Lizard Dude Actually Has A Heart"
Tonight there was a dance. Since the one person that could get me to dance isn't here and my heart really belongs to Dance Dance, I hung in my dorm for a bit before heading to the Student Union Building arcade. I entered and observed such classics as Ms. Pac-Man, some Taito shooter, Bubble Bobble, Arkanoid, and some pinball. Hmm. I spent all my one dollar bills on a whole lotta Ms. Pac-Man and some South Park pinball. After successfully munching many a ghost, dot, and power pill, and after freeing Mr. Hanky from the toilet, killing Kenny, and anal probing Cartman, I took a short posting break at this one Public Access Computer that's in here. (That's where I am now.)
When I went back, I saw some poor little kid sitting in front of Ms. Pac-Man, looking dreamily at the screen and playing teasingly with the joystick. It broke my heart to see the Ms. Pac-Man love denied to the innocent masses so I flipped the kid a quarter and told him to "play it, dude." Then he died on level 2. Oh, well. All's well that, uh, starts well?
Reporting out,
Your Collegiate Lizard
“I’m a stupid fatty and I love to play with my Easy Bake oven!â€