Saturday, January 3, 2015
'tis the season to be an immoble, socially isolated zombie. Wait a minute, isn't that every season?
You an almost hear their muscles becoming atrophied through the tv.
What you can't hear is me pretending to care that these morons equate "winning" with succeeding in mastering some stupid, pointless, brain-cell and life-sucking video game. Because I can't manage that. I guess I'm going to have to leave the "dominating" to these worthless, vapid pools of skin.
Just one thing, jackanapes: When you finally do get up from the couch? The time you spent doing absolutely nothing is gone forever. It's not coming back. Sorry, but I just thought you needed reminding.