Long Day

This morning I awoke to the soothing sounds of Jimmie Hendrix echoing in my head.  I went to the toaster to warm up my Pop-Tarts and I poured a cup of coffee.  (Folgers Brazilian – it is heaven.)

I sat down to play a game when the controller suddenly jumped down, and scurried under the couch.  That really irritated me.  Now I was going to try and coax it out from under the sofa.

It was too frightened to “come out and play”, so I let it be. I could not help wondering what had scared it when all of a sudden the TV remote control and the Internet router started to attack me.

The TV remote launched its deadly double A attack.  I flipped the coffee table up on its side and dove behind it.  While the TV remote pinned me down, the router tried to flanked me. I flung my coffee at the router and scored a direct hit. It popped and hissed as the moisture leaked in causing it to short circuited.

“One down and one to go,” I mumbled to myself.

The digital camera was cowering behind the chair so I dove from my hiding spot to scoop it up.  I let loose with a round of flashes that disorientated the remote just long enough for me to engage it in a little hand to hand.  (ninja style)

I got behind it and channeled all of the Chuck Norris type strength I could muster and with one snatch and grab I removed its batteries.

After my heart rate had returned to normal I noticed that I had ripped my pants – I totally hate when that happens.  I decided to go to the mall and get some more pants.  On the way out the door, I noticed that the PS3 controller was sitting on the couch purring.  (worthless no fighting skills having controller)

Well, I climbed on to my platypus and noticed it was starting to pull a little to the right.  I made a mental note to get it in to the shop and I turned up the radio.  I pulled into the parking lot and got a sweet spot by the door.  “It’s about time things started going my way,” I said to no one in particular.

As I walked through the food court I passed Morgan Webb.  She started hounding me, so I let her tag along.  We strolled to Banana Republic and went inside.  It really isn’t my kind of store, but you know how chicks can be.

Just as I was finished paying for my khakis and perfect T,  a crazy Hamas terrorist cell with pure hate in their eyes stormed in.  They were all like, “blah blah Israel and blah blah death to the infidels.”  “ENOUGH ALREADY,” I yelled.  They stopped and stared.  “Is this Gaza?” one of them asked sheepishly.  “No,” I said, “you should have taken a left at Albuquerque.” They apologized, swept up the mess they had made, and left.  (terrorism really is stupid.)

Well, the hits just kept coming, because when I got to the parking lot, someone had shaved a big stripe on my platypus.  You can bet that as deep as it is it won’t just buff out.

I got home around four and the controller had chewed on one of my shoes.  I was completely exhausted.  So I just made a sandwich and went to bed.

Killzone 2 looks pretty cool.

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