Hello, you wankers.

Sorry that was uncalled for.

Hello, you people.

I’m busy moving house at the moment. Moving house takes bloody ages, especially when you’re working extra hours and have a tendency to get angry enough want  to punch things that are much sturdier than you at the slightest provocation.

Karl is not moving house, but is so busy at work that he doesn’t even have time to sex text me back at the moment.

These are the semi true reasons why we are lapsing at the moment. If you came here expecting this post to be about games, then you are disappointed by now I’m sure. Then again, I imagine you tend to be disappointed with our posts on a regular basis, so the sensation is probably familiar.

Since I’m here I’m going to tell you about the time I threw a glass at someone who was wearing a Sonic t-shirt.

HERE IS THE STORY:

Once, I saw a man wearing a t-shirt that may have been this one:

He was kissing his girlfriend in a laying down position, it was very rude and not appropriate for a public place. It didn’t annoy me or anything, I only noticed because of Sonic.

I was very drunk.

I had finished my drink, or found a glass with no liquid in it, I don’t remember. It was a plastic glass, but a hard one, like this:

Suddenly, I realised that if I threw that glass at that man with the Sonic t-shirt he would NEVER KNOW that it was me. There would be no repercussions at all. He was face down on his lady friend.

So I threw it at his back.

It was fucking amazing and I laughed for a very long time.

THIS IS THE END OF THE STORY.

See it was worth coming here after all, wasn’t it?

If you want to actually read about games you could always visit GamerZee, he writes things about our horrific mutual hobby, and he is a friend of ours so we’re obligated to link to him.

We’ll be “properly back” soon, we promise.