Just a quick reminder that I can be reached on Facebook, Twitter, or email with any comments/questions/heartfelt declarations of adoration or abject hatred. I enjoy hearing from you guys, especially since it’s almost finals week and I’m doing anything but studying. Responsibility!
Today’s entry is, uh, “different”. I had a very good game playing against a group of RMPs, so clearly it wasn’t really me holding the controller. Logic!
RMP = Random Male Player
[a bunch of jumbled talking all at once]
RMP1: I don’t think Jenny really plays. I think her boyfriend’s playing.
RMP2: Oh, nice!
RMP3: I woulda had two of them…
RMP2: That was, yeah, that should have been the double, man.
RMP3: I had bullets flyin’, it would have been a double, I saw it.
RMP1: Jenny… it’s her boyfriend. She just talks on the mic.
Me: Really? Is THAT how you want me to remember you?
RMP1: Nah, I’m just guessing. ‘Cause normally that’s what girls do.
RMP4: I love you Jenny!
RMP1: If you really play, that’s cool.
RMP1: You gonna remember me forever now, Jenny?
RMP3: Honey, will you talk in the mic for me?