wii ain’t getting along.
Looky at my new toy. It’s a wii. I got the wii fit as well. It’s way different than my XBox. My XBox never told me off because I didn’t spend enough time on it. When I bought the wii I didn’t know I was spending $300 on a game system with a fucking attitude that suffers from separation anxiety. This thing tells me I’m fat, old, and slow all the time. It’s super nosy too and asks about other members of my family. Last night it asked about how my Aunt Martha was doing in rehab. WTF!!! And I’m sick of it constantly reminding me about having my strap on.
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Billy Mays is dead. Now who’s going to sell us crap we don’t need. I’m sure every pitchman in TV land will be attending the funeral though. The Sham-Wow prick will be there selling coffin gloss. Ronco will handle the food at the wake so he can “set it and forget it” all over the place. Susan Sommers will show up at the burial so she can pitch her new colorful pubic hair beads. Everyone will be really happy when Klee arrives with his ass cleansing kit for 5 easy payments of $19.99. But wait, if you act before the casket is lowered into the ground, he will throw in his dual action ass reamer. That’s a value of $499, yours free. Anyway, bye Billy. May you rest in peace and good luck selling baby Jesus bobble heads in heaven.