So I've had people ask me why I hate Jim Sterling so much. I always answer this question with the same statement I use when trying to get my roommate to pay his share of the rent:

"Because...I'll fucking kill you."

And it's really as simple as that. How one could live without despising the very essence of evil, is beyond me. When somebody tells me that they like Jim Sterling, I instantly know I hate this person and we will never have anything in common.

However, when somebody says they HATE Jim Sterling, I find out where they live, and fill their pillowcase with spiders. It's my job to hate Jim, not yours.

On another note, I was banned from Kotaku for posting "First" in front of my post. That'd be cool with me, had I not had a plethora of useful information following that useless addition. It was my first time, and I was punished brutally for it. I'd like to take this time to thank Jim Sterling for getting me banned, you gypsy prick.

On a final note, did anybody else realize that cough medicine gets you high? I couldn't sleep one night and I had a wicked cough, so I chugged the last bit of my Dimmetap, and I was stumbling around like an ape with a bionic leg. Does this happen to everybody, or did Jim have something to do with this?

Remember Jim, play fair. You're a gypsy, not a witch doctor. Right?

Right?