Journal of a Cynic

Nintendo weekend

12-05-99

Betsy:Shit, shit, SHIT.

John: Are you still all the way back there?

Betsy: Shut up, fucko, you farted out that chunky and I ran over it.

(pause)

Betsy: Get out of my way, Shitty Kong.

John: Oh, sweet!

Betsy: Yesss... Haaaaa.... haa haaaa....

John: What? Shit! What the....

Betsy: Heeeee....

John: Ohhhh.... fuck. (pauses game) I can't believe you did that.

Betsy: (laughs maniacally)

John: You dropped your chalupas all over that zipper! You bitch!

Betsy: I love doing that. Kicked your ASS, man!

John: You suck!

Betsy:You always go over that zipper, you were asking for it, playing your little "ooh, I can jump over the water" tricks.

John: (restarts game)

Betsy: you're such a freaking baby. Wah.

Did nothing today, except watch the South Park movie and walk dogs. Bleh. Going over to Becky's for a bit, (hi Becky!) so I'm outta here. Maybe something interesting will happen tomorrow.

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