You love video games, I get it. This is a little ridiculous, though. Can you please explain why we're home to the "video game museum." I mean, really? What the F*ck is a Dreamcast? Its bad enough having a veritable jungle of wires and consoles scattered across our apartment, but HALF OF 'EM DON'T EVEN WORK. How do I know? I hear you "blowing" in the nintendo cartridges and watch you hit reset a thousand times on every cd based system. You wanna know the worst part -- and it's not telling girls "there not mine" like it's some sort of dirty porn -- it's watching my parents eyes drift to the mountain of video games as I explain that I may be flunking accounting. Long story short, they no longer pay for my tutor ( they think the money is going somewhere else).
PS. I'm using this same photo to post all your shit on e-bay. Thanks for paying for my tutor.
I'm sick of you leaving your shit all over the place, and not paying me back when I pay your electric bill. And drinking my beer. And hitting on my girlfriend when you're drunk. I've had enough. I'm taking a stand. This site is dedicated to you and the millions of other dick roommates around the world.