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Last week, I rented the new Tiger Woods PGA Tour 07 video game for XBOX. This is the fourth version in the series that I’ve played. It’s a slow-paced, no violence game that’s right up my non-gamer alley. I’ve never been one for first-person shooters, fantasy role playing, or any type of violence oriented game. Even my computers are game-free. I’ve played those types of games on consoles and PCs, but they’ve never held my attention for more than a week or two. The repetition bores me, which reminds me of work, and I can’t have that. So, I stick to sports simulations, and the best seem to come from EA Sports. I’ve spent many a weekend in front of my hacked XBOX smacking a virtual Titleist around 18 holes of computer-generated fairways, and I’m pretty good at it, too.
Unlike last year, when I bitched about the differences between 2005′s version and 2006′s version, this year there are no complaints. EA Sports have only improved upon last year’s version. I haven’t played it much; I’ve only copied the disc to my XBOX’s hard disk last Thursday. But so far, I’m happy with the game. However, that’s not why I’m writing about it.
Like I said, I went to Blockbuster to rent the game, and it cost me $8.66 with tax! What in the monkey-fucking hell? It’s been about a year since I rented a game from Ballbuster, and I remember it being only $4.99 plus tax. That’s a 60% increase from last year! Is Netflix really hurting them that bad? Is DirecTV cutting into their profits? Goddamn, man. Next year, I’ll probably have to donate a kidney, or a testicle. Fuck!
And as long as I’m in a bitching mood, what the hell is wrong with kids today? Yeah, all of a sudden I’m a quadragenarian with a dislike for pimply-faced bastards with a mouthful of metal on their teeth… and I’m starting to sound like my father.
Let me explain. I went to McDonald's for lunch and placed my order from the comfort of my truck. I made it as simple as possible for the ditzy bitch at the other end of the squawk box; “a #3 with a Coke, and a two-cheeseburger meal with a diet Coke.” I was ordering the #3 for me, and the two-cheeseburger meal for a co-worker. I paid for my order at the first window, and pulled up to the second window for my turd-making McMatter. The slap-happy adolscent slackers were joking around and putting stickers on each other’s back like “kick me” signs. They definitely weren’t paying attention to their jobs, and it was at the peak of lunch hour. When “Miss Likely to Fail in the Real World” handed me the food, I checked the bag. It looked as though they at least got all the items correct, but when I got back to the office I noticed they fucked me in the drive-thru!
First, the diet drink wasn’t denoted by pressing one of the dimples in the lid. The co-worker who ordered the diet Coke is diabetic. Perfect! Time to put a co-worker into a hyperglycemic coma! I tasted one cup, and luckily it was the diet drink. I could tell by the tell-tale taste of chemical plant. When I put the straw in the other cup, it too had diet Coke in it. Fucking assing-off zitsters! Then to make matters worse, when I opened the highly engineered cardboard box that housed my double quarter-pounder with cheese, the sandwich only had ONE hamburger patty, and there was an abundance of ketchup on it. Thanks the for the ketchup sandwich with the hamburger condiment, you dicks! Looks delicious, doesn’t it? Does anyone take pride in their work any more? Is this the new math they’re taught nowadays? All I know is I don’t like it!
I guess I can’t complain too much. They’re minimum-wage slaves slinging burgers for a living. But is it too much to ask I get all the food I paid for? I should complain, but I’m lazy, and I didn’t want to put forth the effort. Am I contributing to their poor workmanship? I hope so. They don’t deserve any more responsibility.
Jim, I have not laughed so hard in a while (prolly since you came over – is that a while?)”Miss Likely to Fail in the Real Worl” ROFLMAO! I need to d/l Madden ’07, but I am really trying to find the Trailer Park Boys Movie.
BTW ur little security code thing fucks with COLOR BLIND PPL! ‘is that a 6 or an 8 is that 1 or a 7 is that a 2 or a 7 is that a 5 or 6 FUK!!! It drives me or nuts than taking bob or an underage strip club with a blind fold on and binding his hands behind him.
Dude, they did the same thing to me just a day ago… went back (since the McD’s is right across the street from work) to get my second patty. I only know a little of the espanol, but I could understand the manager telling the fry guy she needed a “doble”… He pointed to the box (as it was in a double quarter wrapping) but somehow he could not wrap his brain cell around the idea that it might actually not contain what it says.