I realise that's the average teenagers daily life.
But that doesn't mean I can't be shitty about it![]()
I got into a fist fight over that game once. Granted the game had been going on for weeks so the tensions were pretty high already. We took notes on how many pieces everyone had on each country to make sure no one cheated. One extra infantry and it was WWIII. Insane? Obsessive? Ridiculous? maybe, but also balls deep fun.
Don't forget the banjo and straw hat
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And balls (tennis or whatever) that magically appear in my back yard:
Sometimes I just throw them over the fence, without caring where they actually came from.
But sometimes I might be outside doing something, and just observe the dogs tearing balls (that I haven't given to them myself) to shreds![]()