| I wish I was still at home back in the days of high school, where I'd climb onto my roof after wrecking the neighborhood and defend my property with a paintball gun, or just take out trick or treaters. Those were the days. My buddy and I would pick people off from the street and use military talk. You haven't lived until a guy with a paintball rifle lying sniperstyle nearby has the following conversation w/you:
A: "We have three brats in Pokemon - I repeat, three brats dressed up like Pokemon."
B: "Roger that. Targets identified as Jigglypuff, Pikachu and Snorlax."
A: "Range set, target Pikachu acquired. Permission to fire."
B: "Put her to bed, Alpha Team."
Now I'm just dressing up like Agent Smith (read: I'm putting on sunglasses and an earpiece after work) and going to a bar. It's just not the same. |