Over at the Manitou Arcade there's a great new game. I got the high score three times. Plus whenever I saw someone come along and play it, I'd jump in once they completed their attempt and show them how it's really done.
I am pleased that I retained my composure from saying "Fuck yeah!" when I was done.
If there is going to be any more games then I need to advise any interested parties that one game will involve going out somewhere. No one will have to cook so either eat before the exodus or eat upon arrival.
Hopefully everyone will have fun. More will be revealed a few days before the game.
Good day to you.
The old man went on about how he thought raddidge was turning tricks, how he'd find envelopes full of cash under her front tire. The more he rambled, I learned the cash was rarely more than fifty bucks and this happened on an infrequent basis. His rotted out old shrew of a cunt wife kept butting in with "It's illegal! It's illegal!"
Despite my appearance I explained that as long as she wasn't making more than $1000 on a single transaction and no more than $10,000 a year from this work there really isn't any reason to report it to the government. This kind of cash is small potatoes. They seemed to listen but his wife was stubborn and would not stop her tirade against raddidge.
So I beat her head in with my fist and her husband did nothing to stop me. I figure everyone lived happily ever after.
