Where Am I Going, And Why Am I In This Handbasket?

Monday, November 21, 2005

I'm an Xbox Widow

So Chris is on his way to fucking Cottonwood to get hisself a new Xbox 360.

MicroFlaccid shall release the 360 from their mocking jeering grasp at midnight tonight. Into like 23 retail shops all over the state will be released 11 new Xboxes, and perhaps a whopping 5 dudes will actually go home with 2/3 of one. Chris has been plotting and devising a plan all weekend, the many ways he could get out of his shift tonight - getting in line at the 24-hour Walmart up north at 8pm, but not bothering with the gamestore down the street because the burbly stoner that worked there said Dude Good Luck, so over to the Walmart by the house at 5am, then hitting the Best Buy on Camelback at 8am. And then he resigned himself to the possibility that he might not actually get his hands on the ThreeSiddy, and allowing himself that moment's enlightenment, then indignance, at the social/ethical/philosophical implication of the marketing ploy that has turned all these men into slobbering clamoring monkeys. That he could safely predict some asshole stabbing another in a dark corner of the parking lot at Target. That he readily admitted he'd be wearing his own MamaSaidKnockYouOut face and woe was the poor slapdick that tried to jump him once he got his furry paws on his new ThreeSiddy.
Hahaha.

And then an ingenious plan arose. Chris is now on his way to fucking Cottonwood.

I can't get him to put a stinking screen on the bedroom window.

Ah well. At least it comes with a DVD player.


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