Or more cock suckage - whatever works for you, really.

I wanted to thank those of you who took the time to remind me that cocks trump relevance, and in the end, my only goal here should be to not suck. Seems simple enough.

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Ninjedit: Apparently the whole "also, cocks" thing went straight over my head. I had to Google the damn thing to figure out what it was that I was missing.

I feel educated. Moving on...

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And now for something relevant, since I've already covered the cock portion of this post:

Over the past few weeks ("the holidays", if you will) a high school friend of mine introduced me to the mildly addicting experience that is Rock Band. I knew perfectly well what Rock Band was beforehand, but like many things, verbal splurging failed to deliver on the entire "HOLY SHIT" experience that I went through while plopping my oversized arse down in front of the screen.

From the relatively intuitive interface to the features and capabilities of the game, Rock Band seemed to deliver flawlessly. The customization was a bit of a fanciful endeavour in itself; the mix-and-match "Rock Shop" actually made me stop and contemplate colour coordination for an amount of time that I'm not comfortable with disclosing.

(Keep in mind I was playing on a 360, I hear the PS2 version is assfucked ten ways from Tuesday when it comes to creating anything unique.)

I couldn't help but chuckle a bit, though, when I noticed some of the more outrageously priced -- dare I say, epic? -- garments. I pity the poor soul who thought that canceling his/her World of Warcraft account meant the end of grinding for gear.



CHORTLE CHORTLE.