Chuplayer
CAGiversary!
So I went to Gamestop earlier today, and I got myself Half-Life for the PS2. I know the PS2 version sucks, but what sucks worse is that my computer from 2000 can't run the PC version of Half-Life which is a 1998 game only because they screwed the game up with Steam. At least I was pleasantly surprised to find that the PS2 version supports mouse and keyboard.
So, I took the case up to the girl, and I got a crowbar because she was smokin' hot. But since I figured she would be as dumb as her hair color implied, my crowbar turned into a Twizzler. So, she dug the game out of the drawer. What got my Twizzler going back to a crowbar first was how she took the disc out of the sleeve. She did it the right way. She didn't put her fingers on the data side. Then her general hotness started getting me crowbarish again. She asked me if I had an Edge card, to which I replied, "Yes." Finally, she didn't ask for ID. That gave me such a crowbar. Here I am, buying an M rated game, cleanly shaven today, and she doesn't ask me for my ID. The other guy who's usually there asks me for my ID, but she didn't. I wanted her so bad by that point.
But then she did something extraordinary. She offered to reprint the sticker for my Edge card. I've heard so often how people here have problems getting cashiers to reprint their Edge card stickers, and here's this hot chick offering to reprint my sticker. I had a crowbar all the way home.
It took longer for Gordon Freeman to get his crowbar than it took for me to get mine. I called him a girly-man until he got that long metal rod in his hands. Then I laughed at him for holding his crowbar in his hands and beating people with it. He was beating off alien monsters in public. Even the security guards didn't seem to mind.
But seriously, she was hot, she wasn't stupid, she didn't ask for ID, and I would've ed her so hard.
So, I took the case up to the girl, and I got a crowbar because she was smokin' hot. But since I figured she would be as dumb as her hair color implied, my crowbar turned into a Twizzler. So, she dug the game out of the drawer. What got my Twizzler going back to a crowbar first was how she took the disc out of the sleeve. She did it the right way. She didn't put her fingers on the data side. Then her general hotness started getting me crowbarish again. She asked me if I had an Edge card, to which I replied, "Yes." Finally, she didn't ask for ID. That gave me such a crowbar. Here I am, buying an M rated game, cleanly shaven today, and she doesn't ask me for my ID. The other guy who's usually there asks me for my ID, but she didn't. I wanted her so bad by that point.
But then she did something extraordinary. She offered to reprint the sticker for my Edge card. I've heard so often how people here have problems getting cashiers to reprint their Edge card stickers, and here's this hot chick offering to reprint my sticker. I had a crowbar all the way home.
It took longer for Gordon Freeman to get his crowbar than it took for me to get mine. I called him a girly-man until he got that long metal rod in his hands. Then I laughed at him for holding his crowbar in his hands and beating people with it. He was beating off alien monsters in public. Even the security guards didn't seem to mind.
But seriously, she was hot, she wasn't stupid, she didn't ask for ID, and I would've ed her so hard.