Let's not tickle your balls here. You know the format by now, so let's get bloody started! 1. I�ve not been around lately. I�ll be back soon.
Some of you may be wondering, �Who is this young upstart, masquerading as a member of staff? Stwike him woughly, centuwion!�
Another story as a child: One summer, a female friend had carefully choreographed a dance to the Grease soundtrack and set about performing it in the garden. Meanwhile, I stayed up in her room and played Revenge of the Mutant Camels
on her Amiga.
When she found out that I'd been up in her room playing a surreal scrolling shooter rather than watching her routine, she came up to her room and gave me a slap. I ran home crying.
I regret nothing. Ok, I regret getting slapped. But, other than that, nothing.
LOOK WHO CAME: