A game-by-game diary of my attempt to play every Nintendo game. From 8-Eyes to Zombie Nation and everything in between. Even that strange Christian game where you convert people by hitting them with fruit. Just wait. You'll see.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Anti-Hippy Dr. Mario (Dr. Mario Hack)
Anti-Hippy Dr. Mario. You know, I'd be willing to bet that the hacker, much like me, really does think that he's a pretty funny guy. Just like me, he's put forth no small effort to make something that will amuse someone else and has failed. Miserably. Unlike me, however, this hacker does not possess massive, perfect genetalia that inspire awe and respect in no less than 14 civilized nations.That's right, ladies. My sense of humor may be failing me pitifully, but my semen outranks the average man in 14 out of 15 taste tests.
Location: Terminus (Where All Rail Service Ends, Brother), Georgia, United States
I'm 27, a self-made oil, rail and steel tycoon whose combined income makes Bill Gates cry like a little bitch. I look like Johnny Depp, Christian Slater, or Brad Pitt, depending on which chatroom I'm in. I have a 19" prehensile penis that I use to hold my coffee while I type. I know where Jimmy Hoffa lives, and I understand the language of cats. I help old ladies cross the street and translate ethnic slurs for cuban refugees in my spare time. I sleep only one hour a night. I make ice cubes with the power of my mind. I can touch MC Hammer. I know every rivet in the Russian T-34 tank. I've advised Presidents, slept with movie stars, and can organize my sock drawer in less than 23 seconds.
And I still have time to do this blog.
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