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.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
As Tartarugas Ninja
Ahhh, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Such a high point of my younger days. Days when I never blinked an eye at the thought of a quartet of man-sized turtles living in the sewers. Who were ninjas. Who ate pizza. Nope, never so much as batted an eyelash. From what I remember there were kids who had to be fished out of the sewer because they went looking for these guys.This hack simply seeks to bring a similar joy of fishing kids out of the sewer to the spanish speaking community. Cowabunga and watch out for the sewer rats, amigo.
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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