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Sometimes you feel like a nut…other times you realize that you were a jerk. I was kind of a boob last night, it was clan night and we went into customs and we had a non-clan member in the room who was a friend of another clan person. We have a strict policy to only allow clan members in on custom game nights, so I booted him. I merely announced it was clan night and brought down the hammer. I feel I should have been more polite.  That said, my thoughts are these, if I were to apologize to that guy who is that meant to serve?

Now that the keyboard and mouse are no longer the driving factor for FPS gaming, people are going to greener pastures and leaving their PC’s in a field with the old cows, take those keyboards and join the old jug band slap those keys and holler like an old hound dog in heat when and swing that mouse around like a Visigoth hunting soldiers of Rome.

Joke time:

What did Texas Hold’em Video Poker machine say to the other Texas Hold’em Video Poker machine?

I can’t wait until I see my teraflop.

Weak sauce is broken sauce, so just don’t add acid or extreme heat.

Teeth chipped on granite counter tops is an upscale curb biting concoction of mild mannered gun rights and low mannered taxation signaling the bourgeoisie pilfering rogue at the kitchen island wondering if the shotgun toting soccer mom is secretly brewing meth in the back yard while junior wrestles with an internet gaming addiction, full blown as diagnosed by the child psychologist red Miata driving stuck up know-it-all who prescribes way too much on the belief of over medicating the young when it’s the bottle he wants to give them, a bottle of jack be nimble jack be quick to sneak a sip or

Ummm…IWatch…IStupid…kind of feel like I insulted myself.

I was thinking about The Mist last night the novella by Stephan King, what if instead of mist it was lasagna? And why are inter-dimensional creatures bad ass, what about us open a portal to helpless tasty meat puppets land? Or tiny pizza pocket people? Or ice cream monsters the size of a medium shake?

What if we found out that all trees were the arms of one big creature that spent all of its time trying to figure out how to tickle people?

What if the world was destroyed and all that was left was a stapler? Or better yet what if someone launched a VW Bug into space and then it came back after 3,000 years and terrorized earth with its clever but slightly racist vanity license plate! And if I witnessed its inevitable transcendence into a multi-dimensional super being I would feign masturbation being the universal who gives a crap signal, and the VW super being would see this, would it care? Would it understand? And what kind of super being would it be if it didn’t?

Lent seems like a do-over for New Year’s resolutions except you only have to keep it up for 46 days.

Snickers is the candy where the joke is on you.

Turkeys are the whores of the jungle.

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