Uncategorized | Nyotaimori

i have to say that game sucked ass. if ever there was a game whose sole purpose was to go “i’m funnier than you! na na nee na na!” this is that game. consequently people’s feelings get hurt. there’s ill will on all sides. (mind you…not that i give a scabby rat’s ass about a little non-racist color jokes. cause i can color within the lines. oh yes i can. give me a fucking crayon. (harold and the purple crayon.)) the thing is just that on the whole it was a pretty dumb game anyway. there’s no point to laughing at some cards when we could just be talking and laughing anyway. semi-visual humor be damned. let’s play some risk and get really angry at each other over world domination or something more important than who’s funny and who’s not or who can take a joke and who can’t.

for all those who were concerned about ellie being fatally injured last night in baseball:

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hey there button. how you feelin? i am quite fine, just so you know. doing my ellie is clumsy at times and tumbles and bumps her head check in, hate to have to do em but am getting used to them.

this whole new structure of baseball is throwing me way off. i feel like now that we have actual teams and they play well that we now need uniforms and chew. maybe some silly mascot running around trying to make the park tramps cheer for their side, all the while trying not to fall over his big anime eyes and boobs (at this point you are to imagine some overly exagerated anime chick, big pouty eyes and porn star tits like only the anime chicks have, maybe that little white sheen in the hair to imply reflection caused by very healthy shinny hair and studio lights). ahh yeah, the big time baby, we are now in the show.”

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i think she has a good point about the mascot. maybe i could volunteer since i think my shins will crack in half if i play baseball one more time.