Sweet mama tootles with whole grain bread

Most of you who read this blog probably won't get this. But since I'm too lazy to maintain my own blog, I'm going to use this as a receptacle for my emotional diarrhoea.

Diarrhoea start:

I just finished Gears of War for the Xbox360. It is the single most amazing game experience I have had since 2001. Seriously, it was so good, my pancreas is still quivering in post-coital tremors of orgasmic pleasure. Yes, the story is crap and the dialogue is worse, but who cares? There are few games out there that make one feel like an adrenaline-fueled gorrilla carrying a pump-action shotgun anymore.

Now pardon me as I light my cigarette, stretch a little and look over at my xbox360 as we lay in the sweat-drenched sheets, stroke it tenderly and say "Hey, Baby. That was some goooood lovin'. How's about you make Daddy happy one more time."

Diarrhoea End.