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.