Last night me and Jess were playing NBA Hang Time, as bros are wont to do, and we sucked hard. Our first game was good--we started out kinda poor as Jess tried to figure out what the buttons do, but then we came back for a dominant second half. Jess ended up making a 3-pointer at the buzzer to force overtime--I stood up and cheered I was so excited--but then we got absolutely killed. Overtime wasn't even an option in the other two games.
What was most disturbing, though, was the spot where you enter your name. I tried to enter "Buttzo," but the game blew the whistle at me and wouldn't let me do it. Then I tried "Buttzy," but that didn't work either. And by now time was running out. I tried simply "Buttz," but that also failed. I finally settled on "Buty," which is so far from what I originally wanted that I nearly cried.
Then we watched The Big Lebowski and ate some excellent Papa John's pizza. It was a night that belongs in dreams, except for that travesty of naming. That part of the dream should be destroyed by evil zombies.
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I'm afraid the zombies have been taken in.
http://www.twincities.com/mld/twincities/news/15114170.htm
ixswyno
Haha, everybody's talking about that. That's actually the reason I made a zombie reference.
I was the last to know!!! I wish I saw the picture...
tolxkcri
Good to see that the U of M admissions standards have gotten more strict.
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