So, Sunday was a hard day. I spent part of it playing Fable. I’m really sucking at being Good in it. I killed my friend for money. The consideration was there not to do it…I even walked halfway out then realized it was 10,000 coins and went back and killed her. Anyway, my friend comes back and asks if I want to play Halo.

Sure, I’ll play Halo.

We play Halo. We beat one level relatively fast. We get lulled into a false sense of security and suckered into thinking we can beat the next one with the same amount of ease and a comparable time. No, it didn’t work out this way. Instead, we played the last checkpoint of the LAST level at least 11 times. Between the screaming and the swearing at the xbox we managed not to strangle the controllers and use the wires to strangle each other.

Especially when I got determined to finish the bastard level. “I can’t fucking take it anymore!” Levesque shouted.

“WE ARE FINISHING!” I said.

“Fuck that!”

“You made me finish the level last night and it took another hour and a half.”

“Fuck you! FINE!”

Another 45 minutes and various runs through that last checkpoint with that stupid warthog. FINALLY, we reach the landing zone. YEAY!

Oh no. Ship gets nailed. Not OUR fault. Computer informs us that we have to get to ANOTHER fucking site using that DAMN WARTHOG. That machine drives like a cross eyed armadillo. We didn’t make it of course. This brought on simultaneous shouts of “FUCK!” thrown controllers, a jab to the power button of the xbox and declarations of “I am never playing that fucking game ever again.”

At least on single player. Or cooperative. I hate that game. Fable won’t give me an aneurysm. Neither will KOTOR. We’ll see about Battlefront. Halo is going the way of Splinterfuckingcell.

And the Red Sox are in the playoffs.

GO SOX!

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