No Neck McGee & Denim Bandero

Tonight I was going to write about how the most dangerous entity that I encounter on my bike is the pedestrian(of the straight up walking with their damn iPod blaring variety).  But I’m not going to.

One reason is because of this fucking glass of rum I just poured myself.


The other reason is because of this magnificent webpage.

NES MAX may not withstand a quick blow to a solid surface, such as a wall, or the ground.

As I was looking at this I started to think back, way back, to when I moved up here (read: to the suburbs) from that good ole college town.  I had a friend who lived not even a block away from me in a red house.  He had just about every fucking NES game that had ever come out, and not like Nate Keeney(sp?) who had every game I’d ever seen and showed me “little-big fire power” & “never ending water world” in Super Mario Brothers.  This kid, that lived in a red house had EVERYTHING Nintendo related.  Chairs, controllers, storage units, and a whole bunch of other stuff shown on previously mentioned webpage.  And why/how you and I did ask?  Because his dad worked for Nintendo.  Being the impressionable, no bearded youth that I was, I believed him, and have up until the moment I saw that, again, previously mentioned website.  How the hell could this kid from a red house’s dad worked for Nintendo, it’s based in Japan.  Now I realize that Nintendo, being the billion dollar international company that it was/is back in 1990/Now should have had offices all over the world, and possibly one in Minnesota, but for some reason I just don’t buy that story.  For 1: the way this perverted weirdo turned out(spoiled and possibly a sexual predator).  2: I’ve never heard of a Nintendo office in Minnesota.(If I’m wrong on this please let me know)

So now I’ve wasted at least 5 minutes of your time, and if that’s the case I’m sorry.  This damn glass of rum is still half full…

..and I’m getting slightly intoxicated.

Oh, and one last thing.  This kid started his very own blog.  So all of you should bombard him with disgusting comments and lude pictures.  I guarantee no matter what you say/link to, he will not be offended.  Also you should tell him to give me my goddamn vest back.

4 thoughts on “No Neck McGee & Denim Bandero

  1. Jurgen Nation

    Replace the rum with vodka and you’d have what I’m pouring myself in 5…4…3…

    Do you ever get in moods where you just think, “everyone can go fuck themselves?” But not only that, do you ever want to go outside and start pointing at people saying, “you can go fuck yourself,” turn to the next person and repeat until you feel better?

    No? Hello?


  2. don't call me MA'AM

    Mmmm… drinking. Maybe, if I send everyone out tonight, I can stay home and drink alone. Sweet! What a plan. I think I deserve it, don’t you?

    So, the kid just lied about his dad working for Nintendo so he wouldn’t have to admit for his “stalker level” obsession for the stuff? That’s a whole different kind of crazy.

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