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You know what I'm talking about.
Punks
Sitting in the kitchen this morning, smoking a fag and drinking coffee.
Doorbell goes.
Postman standing there with a big thing "Sign 'ere mate"
I do, take proffered thing and go back into kitchen.
Smoke rest of fag, staring at box with a mounting unease, "No surely not".
Get dressed, slit open top of bag and peer inside.
"Microsoft Train Simulator"
I fall to the floor, suffer rectal prolapse and just about manage to get to work.
I have already spilt coffee over my nice white t-shirt.
My life starts to unravel now this abomination is in my life.
Worst part? Language Filter on these forums.
Well done lads, I have to admit I got played.
*claps*
Jokes on me.
I'm [email protected] you can chat to me if you want!
(;o|
> Whats he going to play? Also why are none of you lot on MSN in the
> mornings? Work?
I'm on there, add me if you want.
[email protected]
Goaty, was there a little note inside in the envelope?
I bet my girlfriend leaves me now and my mates shun me.
(;o|