Angry Ol’ Bird

What’s up you dirty whore of a person.

I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have said that.  I’m just on edge, ya see.

So there’s this game.  It’s called Angry Birds, ya see.  And I keep playing this game but I can’t get it myself.  I need a friend, ya see.  You get the picture.  I have friends that have the good stuff.  Yeaaaahhhh.

My addiction to this game is seriously that bad.  And I don’t have the game.  It’s a cell phone video game…that I can’t get on my phone.  I don’t have an iPhone or a Droid.  You can even play it on an iPad.  I’m seriously jonesin’ to play this game so bad that I’m considering going to the Apple store just so I can play it on the iPads.  Which I’m sure they won’t approve of.

I gotta get my story straight now.  I’ll tell them “Look, ya see, I’m considering asking for an iPad for Christmas so I want to test it out, ya see.  Now SCRAM!”

That way I can “test it out” for awhile undisturbed and without being hassled to buy anything.  I’m a genius, ya see!

Could I be working on something instead of going to the mall to play a video game?  Yes.  It’s that addicting, I tell ya’s!  I have a problem.

I wonder what the programmers of Angry Birds played when they were supposed to be working.  Do you think anyone said, “Hey, let’s get this game finished so we can have a game to waste time with!”

This is the sort of stuff I think about.  Ya see.