I went to Target. the guy there was like 6 feet tall and built like a pile of bad hamburger. He breathed heavily, his hair balding terribly up top and just gross greasy curls every where else. He seemed nice but he made a big deal when I picked the black 3DS. "Good choice. I picked a black Wii. AND. I got all matching black accessories." then he looked at me for approval. Then I snatched oot3d and he randomly went into a spiel about the exact number of dungeons in Zelda games, all of them. holy s***. Like, I felt as though he's a good guy and just needs to get out more, or learn to talk and not tell, but man I wanted that to end quickly.
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"would a sausage by any other name smell as sweet?"