Thrift Store Undies

Adding to the exponentially growing list of things I like (which is ALMOST as big as the list of things I DON'T like), let's talk about food:

With the boom of the food network:


and online pages from friends like Sopressata and 1Bite/7 Days
it's easy to have an unhealthy obsession with food.


I'm going to be trying something different though. In the age of Facebook and Twitter and P2P sites, why not have something we all can share? Thus, I'm trying to get RECIDEX off the ground.

Basically, Recidex is an email address hosted by Gmail where you can send recipes for all things culinary. I figure once we get upwards of about 250-300 recipes, I can give everyone who would like it the password. They can then pass this onto their friends and we can get the # of recipes to grow like wildfire. Sure, it kinda goes off the honor system, and YES.. one bad apple (pardon the pun) could ruin everything. But I'm going to give you guys the benefit of the doubt; this is for you, and--resemblance to communism aside--it's going to be as good as we make it.

So go ahead, send away.. or leave a comment with your name ad email address and I'll send you a notice when we get things up and running.

and yes, Ms. Ett... there will be Lactose-free recipes.

Posted by ETL at 12:17 PM | 1 comments  

Labels: Fat Kids and Culinary Arts

As many of you may know by now, I enjoy a great number of sports.. I also enjoy computers. I also like innovative things...

ok, ok, so I like a lot of things; call it a benefit of being indecisive. Nonetheless, I've stumbled across another sports breakthrough that is sure to make the programmers at EASports defecate in their knickers (see, for example: Ambidextrous Pitcher).

It turns out that a little high school in Piedmont, CA has come up with an offense that allows ALL ELEVEN players to be eligible to catch the ball. Granted, current rules state that only 5 players are allowed to be eligible to catch the ball on any given play and seven players have to line up at scrimmage, but this still--technically--allows for an almost infinite amount of formations. According to Rival's.com, here's how this all goes down:
"The base offense is one in which a center and two tight ends surround the football, three receivers are split right, three more split left and two quarterbacks stand behind in a shotgun, one of whom has to be at least 7 yards behind the line of scrimmage."

In my opinion, this is just BEGGING to be exploited on some level (cough *Rich Rodriguez* cough *Urban Meyer* cough). I can just see it now on the Xbox..

A: Hit LB!!
B: Shit, he's covered
A: Whaa?! Up, Down, A, B, Select, and Start were wide open man!
B: The Contra Code was an eligible receiver?

Essentially, you'd need the Atari Jaguar Controller to run your offense:


and for those of you looking for a video, It can be found HERE

Posted by ETL at 4:33 PM | 2 comments  

Labels: Sporty Sport Sport, Video Games FTW

I can't find anything about unnatural Birth in The Good Book, (and I'll leave that up to anyone from the Creation museum who happens to stumble across my page), but I'm pretty sure obese and gap-toothed isn't really what Pat Steptoe had in mind when he made the gynecological breakthrough 30-years ago. Friends, THIS is why God invented natural penis-to-vagina sex.

Louise Brown [ in the gaudy neon and floral/paisley] just doesn't do it for me. No, this isn't to say that all couples who can't have children shouldn't look into alternative methods.. but for God's sake can we have some kind of selective breeding program? Something, anything, that might prevent Alan Greenspan from mating with a Barbara Bush look-alike. Shit, even their grandson looks like he's gonna turn out to be the next Chuck Lidell

Posted by ETL at 12:56 PM | 0 comments  

Labels: I have an opinion about everything, Real Life trumps Made up Life

if you scroll down a few posts, you will inevitably be struck with a riveting (read: slightly embellished) story about how my former employer has horribly misplaced priorities which led me to quit in a blaze of glory over an incident concerning pants.

it's been approximately 2 weeks since I quit, and, to answer your question quite succinctly, no... I haven't found a job yet. This, however, is not to say that I haven't been having my fair share of the fun pie (which is not to be confused with similar imaginary eats such as "furburgers" or "clever flakes")

In the past few weeks, I have:
1.) gone to a Cincinnati Reds game, watched them lose, and subsequently became a lobster
2.) Not gone to Hocking Hills
2b.) Tried to go to Slate Run Farm instead. Drove there on a Monday, the ONLY day they are closed.
3.) Become one with our newest family member, a Coleman 2000 Grill
4.) Posted jobs on Monster.com, Careerbuilder.com, applied to about 3 kajillion places.. all of which laugh at my fledgling experience (most of which deals with education/non-profit) and then proceed to use my cover letter(s) as 1-ply ass solvent. Seriously, how much f**king experience does it take to sell something or file some paperwork? I don't really understand that.
5.) Played about 800 games of Culdcept Saga and NCAA Football 09 on my Xbox360
6.) NOT regretted quitting the job.
7.) Created a card game that I'm going to try to get mass produced.

but the most interesting part was probably going to see one of Rori's volunteers. Now, I'm usually not a big fan of old people: they look like sharpeis, smell like ointment, tell the same stories ad infinitum, and--thanks to Tom Brokaw--have a smug sense of self worth for saving the country from Nazis. I do have to admit, after this most recent encounter, that my views have changed. I now however only dislike old people who are fully cognizant of what they're saying. the aforementioned volunteer's roommate was a senile barrel of laughs who, while we were in the room, muttered such classic lines as:

I .. I need someone to get this sock, this sock.. off my penis!!


USA.. I need help... I.. I need help, I'm not wearing pants. I need pants!! 2007!! USA!!!

Rori and I initially just thought the sock to which the man was referring was a catheter, but upon googling "penis socks"... it turns out they actually DO make Cock Socks/Willy Warmers/Phallus Furnaces [see below]:



This is totally going on my "irreverent Xmas list" for 2008. A list which, in the past has included
The OctoDog
The Reserve-a-spot in Hell Kit (just in case my rousing games of lesbian or leukemia weren't insurance enough)
Bacon Band-Aids
Marriage Proposal via Taco Bell Condiments


For those of you who would like further information on how to make your OWN penis sock, here ya go:
Jack Knit 'n Stuff
Willy Warmers

Posted by ETL at 10:08 AM | 1 comments  

Labels: I have an opinion about everything, If only I had health insurance, Real Life trumps Made up Life

Posted by ETL at 8:06 PM | 1 comments  

Labels: I have an opinion about everything, Real Life trumps Made up Life

So I came in to work today in GREY pants; fucking DARK GREY (gray?) pants and started to check the DPOP online to see what I was doing for the evening. A Co-worker sees me, starts being a dick, and says "where're your black pants" ... to which our Volunteer coordinator turns around and says"where ARE your black pants" .. the following conversation ensued

Me: Grey is a shade of black
Powerless Asshat: no, no it's not
Me: my pants are fine
Powerless Asshat: do you have any black pants with you?
Me: yeah, if you want me to waste 2 hours driving home to get them
Powerless Asshat: Well, [our CEO] DID just send out an email about look. I bet we have some black pants in adventure.
Me: My pants are FINE!

So my thinking here is that it's a SPECIAL event. A.) My pants are from the GAP and they look nicer than half the shit Powerless Asshat lets his volunteers get away with. B.) I STILL hold the belief that about 80% of guests don't give a shit what you look like as long as you help their child and have something on you that proves you work at our museum.

So then Powerless Asshat TRIES to pull rank and forces another Co-Worker to escort me down to Adventure to check for pants. We walk to the atrium and decide that I am taking this to higher powers. So I try to vent to our Team Leader for shows, and god love her... she tried to help, but her mode of conflict resolution is a hug and a puppy. So I leave to find someone higher than that, and our "Master Educator" (still not sure what level of kiss-assery merits that title, but whatever) meets me in the door. I explain my standing to him in the following points:
#1 -- I wasn't trying to circumvent the dress code for once. I honest to god thought my pants counted as black.
#2 -- I was simply trying to look nice for a special event.

Of course, this falls on deaf ears and MASTER Educator reminds me that our CEO DID send out an email cracking down on the look and that he will "HAVE TO" take my shift for the evening because I will be sent home -- without pay.

So, I decided that the wonton misplaced priorities coupled with a yearly review in which all suggestions I made fell on deaf ears meant that 9 months I would have had to wait to move up at the institution weren't worth it for a net pay (after driving 80 miles a day) of little to nothing

I think my exit was epic though, as I started to take off my shirt on my way down the stairs, broke my name tag and left THAT, an AH key, a broken swipe card, and a sweaty Look shirt on my immediate supervisor's desk. All while the FTRA was occupied by about 8-10 Part Timers. How's THAT for corrupting influence?!

Posted by ETL at 7:16 PM | 3 comments  

Labels: Science Museum says What?

For three summers during college, I worked at the YMCA in Lancaster, OH. Mainly, I was in charge of 5-7 year olds, but I still made friends with numerous older campers due to various All-Camp activities. One such camper, we'll call her... "Jill"


... still emails me on a semi-regular basis.

the following letter was the one I received yesterday. It chronicles many things, but I'll just touch on a few of my favorite passages:

"my x boyfriend who is a total dickhead, after 6 months of being together, he decides HMM, I'll sleep with this AUTISTIC girl, Farrah, who lives down the street I mean, he's all like I'll invite Farrah to sleep in a tent with me and then we'll play truth or dare and I'll dare her to get nude and then I'll all like touch her nipple or something. and then we'll play poker. Well, ya know I couldn't just let this slide, so the last day of school I went up and kicked him in the junk. he cried and puked."

--and on the coattails of that GEM--

"oh yeah, BTW, I have anger management issues and I have to go see a counsiler because i get so bad my parents get scared of me"

So let it be known, my loyal readers, that
a) love triangles between autistic people, dickheads, and belligerent teenagers never work out.
b) after you have licked someone's nipple, the only proper thing to do is play truth or dare poker with them. So classy.. so classy

Posted by ETL at 12:34 AM | 1 comments  

Labels: Real Life trumps Made up Life

Here's a video of NY Yankees AA Prospect Jim Vinditte, an ambidextrous pitcher. Half of me is shaking my head that the Yankees would draft a publicity stunt guy like this, and the other half of me hopes he makes it the major leagues just so the Video Games have to have some f'ed up coding embedded that allows you to switch after every at bat.

Added below is an 8 minute ordeal with Vinditte where he faces a switch hitter, the result is the two parties switching sides more times than in a San Francisco menage-a-trois. Ultimately, the ruling handed down is that the pitcher has the final say since a batter must remain "in the box" (yes, sports are full of euphemisms) after a pitcher has set his position.

and for those of you wondering about the strategic advantages of an ambidextrous hurler... feel free to read the following sabermetrics post, obviously written by a virgin with too much time on his hands.

Posted by ETL at 3:11 AM | 1 comments  

Labels: Sporty Sport Sport, Video Games FTW

This fourth of July brought many things we, as Americans, celebrate for some unbeknownst reason: A innate need to blow shit up, blind allegiance to antiquated ideals, and getting somewhere 3 days early to do absolutely nothing. But oh, my dear friends... something also occurred this weekend that redeemed the human race in my eyes.

Lo, on the 8th day, God created... Competitive Eating!! And he looked upon his creation and was pleased.

And this isn't just ANY eating contest, this is the world famous Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest (because casing your animal byproducts in anything but a sheep's bladder is just unacceptable) !! Depicted here, we see defending Champion Joey Chestnut taking on Japanese Masticator Takeru Kobayashi. Time limits this year were reduced from 12 minutes to 10 minutes.. and for the first time ever... a tie at the end of regulation resulted in a DOG-OFF !! (which, I now believe is the greatest term in all of sports)

Seeing this also brings up a few questions in my mind:
1.) How great a country do we live in that there is ACTUALLY something called the International Federation of Competitive Eating?

2.) How does one get to be An interpreter for a Competitive eater. Seriously.. I mean, you KNOW she's not sleeping with him. Rockstar Competitive Eaters have hot bitches throwing themselves at them (/delusion)!

3.) What rung on the badass ladder do you need to reach in order to conspicuously knuckle-deep pick your nose on ESPN?

it also got me to wondering about some other world records in the world of gastronomy and I really think I can break one of them. This, is my only chance at 15 minutes of eating fame:

WORLD RECORD FOR SUSHI EATING
Nigiri Sushi
141 pieces of Nigiri Sushi/MLE: The Game Promotion
6 Minutes/April 11, 2008
Tim "Eater X" Janus

and for those of you wondering about other eating records, here ya go

Posted by ETL at 6:13 PM | 1 comments  

Labels: Fat Kids and Culinary Arts, I have an opinion about everything, Real Life trumps Made up Life

I've bitched about it plenty of times before but now I believe it is time to elaborate on this subject. This is going to piss off a lot of blog and social networking junkies....

Is your page...ugly?
Don't know? Answer yes to any of the following questions then, yes, you obviously have some clean up to do to your hideous ass Blog/SocNet page.


Question One: Are you a girl?

* All at once, teenage girls across the internet become offended. Seriously though, at this age, it is like you are striving to get the most flashy, gaudy and ugliest page in the universe. And you know what? For each page I come across, that page is indeed, the ugliest god damn page in the universe. And here I thought all girls were supposed to be good at decorating and matching.

Anyway -Why? I'll tell you why.

Are you a girl? - Reason 1 why your page is ugly...

* Glitter, flashy word-art, cherries, playboy bunnies, Brat Dolls, etc. Pretty much anything from a site that has the word 'Glitter' in it. God, these things are ugly...and tacky. I've seen more organized picture placement in spam Cellphone Joke-text commercials on TV. And some of it is more flashy than an anime cartoon; it should come with an damn epilepsy warning. Oh, and nothing says "take me seriously" more than a glitter kitty.

MY personal favorite of the glitter art is the "thanks for subscribing" one. I want to make a reply that says "You'd make a terrible lesbian." or "Thanks, I masturbate to sparkle-pink."

And nothing shows your audience that you are a hardcore, thug bitch more than a cute, glittery label that says so. You need this to show the rest of the Internet world you are hardcore and not to be taken lightly.

Nothing shows your intelligence off more and your willingness to go down like flashy lips and glitter bunnies. This just screams raging whore-slut. This, combined with your naval belly button ring picture you just shot in your bathroom mirror, will get you stalked by lonely 30-year-olds living with their mom in no time!! Just what you were going for! Right?

Question Two: Are there unsized/unorganized pictures all over the place?

Band Labels:

Aww, band labels. The new and improved "backpack band-label patch" for the future...just like we all used to see in high school. All decorated up with safety pins and pyramids with the occasional anarchy sign. Nothing shows your overly broad, underground musical taste and knowledge like the band labels on your site. It also shows off your complete disregard and ignorance to how douchey and god damn tacky that shit looks. Don't forget, you also get a boost to your elitism status too. Honestly....Like anyone looks at your site and says, "Hey, this dude listens to *insert shitty band here*! This guy is totally rad and probably cool to hang around! I mean, hey, look at his cool picture!"

In General:

o The Problem with Band labels or any other crappy ass graphic on your site is that is just too damn big and ugly. I know I am being overly critical but for the love of Jesus people, we all can admit we would rather look at something more aesthetically pleasing...and your five thousand photos of all different sizes is an overload of crap to take in...especially if it is nearly the same goddamnned photo, but someone is looking the other way or blinking.

o I do admit: Photos (when organized) are fun to look at. In fact, it is pretty much the only reason why people look at your site...that and to read comments. Unless it is the typical emo,sad and in-depth look...that shit just irrates me.

o Bottom line? If there is a horizantal scroll bar when you read your page, it is damn ugly and ridiculous looking.

Question Three: Is your "About Me" ridiculously too long?

Scrolling Glitter Art:

o I already hit on this. But this is SCROLLING glitter art...like a marquee. Extra ugly. Extra annoying. Extra slutty.

More Quizzes:

o "What's your favorite flavor of ice cream?" "How well do you kiss?" "R U fukin Kul?" Guess what? NO ONE CARES! If you are going to do a quiz, do something fun like "Do you look at your shit after you take a dump?" or "Fold or Crumple?"

Question Four: Can I read your damned text?

Background Matching Text:

o This one is a BIG offender. I still can't comprehend why some of you out there insist on doing this.
o Example: Read the message below.
+ You cant Read this because for some reason, I made this text the same color sa the background, now you have to highlight it to read it. I am a fucking retard for doing this.

Ugly ass Background:

o Ooooh we can't forget the ugly ass backgrounds that plague just about every one of your sites out there...here is a list that counts as diarrhea for the eyes:
+ graphics that make text impossible to read...and then scroll with page when you try to move it
+ animated backgrounds...ALWAYS ugly and annoying
+ Bright, neon fucking colors with pink or yellow text...that shit makes my eyes bleed

Crossed out Text:

o Pages with all the text crossed out are fucking stupid. but tons of people do it anyway.


Question Four: Is there any music playing when your page loads?

Music:

o Let me ask you a question: What is the FIRST thing you do when looking at a some random's webpage? Hit pause on the lame song they have automatically queued up to play. Kudos to anyone that has this shit already on pause. No one will EVER...ever listen to your song. Ever.

Music Videos:

o I hate these things. This goes with the Music catagory. PAUSE THAT CRAP!!! I like music videos but not when you guys have 120948 of them that all load up at once. This being said, read below:.

Great...I'm at work, I just clicked on your trash filled page and now my entire fucking computer froze because it was trying to play all five trillion MTV/TRL videos at the same damn time.

Slow down or freeze: java/flash games, puzzles, nineteen thousand music videos, etc etc

o Because of your spammy ass maze game, puzzle java game, your nineteen trillion music videos, your agonizingly boring picture slide shows at 1600 x 1200 resolution...you caused my entire computer to take a shit. Now I really hate your page.

Crash: unacceptable

o You don't deserve to be on the Internet. Call AOL up and have them cancel your account immediately.

In Conclusion:

Hopefully with this list, all of you out there that are violating these laws with your grotesque ass myspace pages will make some improvements. If not, oh well. I will keep on being the hypocrite I am and tearing into trashy, awful looking sites with glee.

Posted by ETL at 9:17 PM | 2 comments  

Labels: I have an opinion about everything

It's an old rant, but it still holds true. Happy INDEPENDENCE Day

So I get home this evening and, for some unknown reason, I start to peruse the drivel that is MySpace Bulletins. And what should I come across but some horribly narrow minded and illogical post forwarded by someone who probably just Hit Copy/Paste, and perpetuated a mindset of hate.

This bulletin starts out by making a sweeping generalization that people of all ethnicities aside from Caucasian are hypocrites because they simply want to celebrate their own holidays and establish collegiate settings to better their race(s).

Now, I'm certainly not the most PC of fellas, but something here strikes a chord. In all these cases, the only way the prosecuting individual can make a case is by using polar examples... "All-Black colleges vs. All-White colleges" or "BET" or even by going so far as to say "I don't get offended when you call me 'cracker', why do you get offended why I call you n***er?' "

So, let's try to help out their myopic little eyes into focus: In terms of Universities, the first American University (Harvard, BTW) was founded in 1650. I don't have any hard, empirical evidence to back up my claim, but I'm gonna go ahead and say they probably didn't have any African-Americans at Harvard back then...submit a rebuttal to this if you find anything to the contrary. On the other hand, the Tuskeegee Institute, the progenitor of America's All African-American schools wasn't founded until 1881, nearly 231 years later for those of you too tired to do the math. Maybe it's the bleeding heart-liberal in me, but maybe 231 years of inequality deserves the people a lil' sumpin'-sumpin'. And I don't really know an All-Mexican, All-Jewish, All-Arabic, or All-Asian school in the United States that would serve as an alternative source of fuel for your claims.

As for Television stations and pejoratives. Just because it's called Black Entertainment Television doesn't mean that it's viewed by all African-American people. Making that claim is about as ludicrous as saying that Foreigners have never seen ABC (the AMERICAN Broadcasting Company). If you wanna get technical, a large majority of the programming on that channel is Rap/R&B music... a demographic whose sales are garnered by 60% white people, "crackers" if you will. And again, there are no All-Jewish, or All-Arabic channels on TV without special cable programming; and you certainly can't count Mind Of Mencia or the George Lopez show as All-Mexican TV... because frankly, those shows suck.

And lastly, the chasm of emotional response evoked by calling someone cracker and calling someone a n---er isn't even remotely close. Crackers are something we eat, n---er is someone who by law was only 60% of a person, someone who had their family sold, was whipped or killed for the slightest hint of insubordination, and who was told when and with whom to procreate.

To Close.. here's the thing I think is most disconcerting. This message won't have a tremendous effect on people. Because most of the people who have the same ideologies as I do will take one look at this, see that it's long and has big words, and they'll hit the back button and go onto the newest blog with pictures and glittery shit about who their prom date was junior year, or what their favorite sexual position is. Which brings me to this final point: Differences don't have to be bad. The difference in this blog from the ones that you usually read certainly isn't doing any harm; and the difference between what you do after you read most blog and what you do after you read this one could have a lot of impact in the future.

Posted by ETL at 11:03 AM | 0 comments  

Labels: I have an opinion about everything

Ok, I'll admit it. I'm a giant nerd. More specifically however, I am a gaming nerd. Board Games, Card Games, Video games, etc etc. No, I've never been to Gen-Con... but I try to frequent the convention known as Origins every year.

Subsequently, I am disappointed by the lack of truly original games on the market. For beginners, let's start with my personal philosophy on how NOT to make a game:

Eric's Post-Origins Guide to making a good game:
a.) Don't make a game like another game. There were so many fucking domino, pokemon, and uno rip offs there that I wanted to cut off my hands so I wouldn't have to play them.
b.) Just because you combined the concepts of 2 games doesn't make your game cool. Woohoo, you made a game that combines Connect 4 with checkers. Congratu-fucking-lations.
c.) Don't take a card game, fabricate pieces for it, and then charge me 20$ for it. I could make the same damn thing with some note cards and some markers... why do I need to pay your ass for this?
d.) Don't put people at your booths if they can't explain your games well. Mimic was perhaps the worst game I've ever played, and the guy at the Cheapass booth just ruined a perfectly good series for me
e.) Don't make a game where someone can win the game in one turn (I call this "wheel of fortune syndrome"). A good game should have a decent amount of strategy inherent to the beginning, middle, and end of each game.

Now, that being said, let's take a look at how the conversations in R&D might have gone for some of the games seen at this year's convention:

Killer Bunnies
Person A: ok, ok, here's an idea. Let's put some cutesy, random shit on glossy cardboard and sell it to people who don't really care about games so they can force their significant other to play it in a hellacious test of committment!
Person B: that doesn't sound like it sucks enough. It'll never get past the board of Directors
Person A: ok, ok, ok. What if.. what if we take out ALL elements of strategy by making this about rabbits.... no no no.. BUNNIES. And, and....we'll make them search for a magic carrot. But, uh, you can only get the carrots by purchasing them from a market. We'll call it... what's that shit Madonna's into now? Oh! Kaballah... we'll call it Kaballah's market. And let's honor all 16 friends we have by anthropomorphizing them onto the carrot cards
Person B: what the hell is anthropomorphizing
Person A: fuck you. don't interrupt! So we've got out friends on carrots..
Person B: but what if we make one of the carrots better than the other, then our friends will get pissed?!
Person A: Goddammit, what did I tell you about interrupting!! Ah, well...we'll uh, we'll make the winning carrot appear at random at the end of the game. Ya know, after everyone has played for 2 hours on our shit of a game.
Person B: but what about that toothless waitress at Denny's who gave you a BJ last night? We should honor here somehow.
Person A: righty-o. Let's call her... Flo. All the gamers like menstrual allusions.
Person B: religious stereotypes and period puns... sounds like a Great Game... let's go pitch it.

Time's Up
Person X: ok, so here's my idea. Let's make a game where groups of drunk people have to guess other people.
Person Y: Sounds like the last frat party I was at, go on.
person X: ok, so we'll make three rounds and the first round will be like ... {spins wheel of ideas} ... uh, arrow landed on Taboo. First round will be like Taboo. Second round will be like [spins wheel again].... Fuck!! Charades?! the second round will be like Charades?!
Person Y: Don't question the wheel!!
Person X: Yes sir! But may I suggest another round to offset how blatantly ripped off this is?
Person Y: Indubitably
Person X... we'll, uh. we'll make the 2nd round a half-assed mix of Taboo and Charades
Person Y: Yeah! and let's prove how much better we are than everyone else by making half the names of people to guess completely inaccessible. Like... Charles Birdseye!
Person X: Who teh fuck is Charles Birdseye?
Person Y: It doesn't matter, we're not the ones guessing
Person X: Yeah! fuck them, let's add obscure Children's literature characters too... like uh, Ferdinand the Bull
Person Y: Agreed


Now, this is not to say that there weren't some decent games, such as:

You've been sentenced
Magic: The Gathering

but, my favorite of all the ones there had to be something called: TRAILER PARK WARS
In this game, you act as the manager/landlord of a Trailer Park complex. You are in charge of rent (money is dipensed in the form of plastic pink flamingoes), and you can make the overweight stripper hook up with the mullet-bearing chronic smoker. If there's a rival park across the way (e.g. The Gonorrhea Grotto, or Taxidermy and Tornadoes) you can lower their reputation--if that's possible--by sending things like roach infestations, etc. What makes this even better is that the woman who made this game is from Kentucky.

Posted by ETL at 11:31 PM | 0 comments  

Labels: I have an opinion about everything, Video Games FTW