Gaming With The Gland That Can
I feel neglected. It seems as though you have a little TV and an Atari 2600 and copies of dig dug, pong and qbert. Why? Are you Jealous that I am trying to lead my life? Meds stopped working after 2 weeks, so you are getting bored? Really?!? Dear ‘thyroid, I am going to name you Max. You need a name. It’s only therapeutic for the both of us.
It seems as though this is your fav game max. all the tunnels to avoid the meds. right? dig away from the ghosts and get to the surface… not good strategy. you escape as a weak player that way. Go ahead and confront the little pockets underground. you might need that to not drive me nuts.
Seriously. My blood tests look like a pong game…there’s no point. At least with brickbreaker you get somewhere. this is just asinine. back and forth between doctors, labs, new meds. Max, just take one for the team. Only then can this relationship work…Like Kenny Rogers in the Gambler…
This is what really gets my goat. the up and down. I feel like the biped shnozzed orange fellow trying to get somewhere with some square re-coloring. You are the jerk changing them back so I have to re-do the boxes… not cool Max. I go up, you go down I go up left corner; you undo my whole base row.
I am buying you a Wii Fit.
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