Bedroom legs at 5 a.m.

I am sofa king
My domain is street fighter
Let me dazzle you

A challenger, a challenger, my kingdom for a challenger.

That's all I've ever wanted. Only a few have truly delivered. I revel in losing, it means I'm being challenged. It means I'm challenging myself to step up my game. Pun intended. That's about it, there's really not much more to it. I've been good at Street fighter for most of my life and will continue to do so until I die.

Maybe I won't die though. I am being a bit pessimistic, assuming I'll die. Maybe I'll transcend the boundaries of this life and live on in pixel form. I could come back as a Street Fighter arcade machine and live out my afterlife as two dimensional illustrations. But then how would I see? I would be flat and always facing my, also flat, opponent. That would be maddening. I would see nothing but a thin line that would get closer or further. I guess I would look that way to the computer anyway. So what does it matter.

Alas, that would suck. People who don't know how to play or play well, would play me. Pun intended. I would get sucked into fights I can't win. I would have to depend on his physical abilities. They pull me in promises of hardships. I receive little to nothing. One day I will find someone new. Coherency not necessary.

Do a hadouken
Right after you jump in
Make sure you link it

Jokes? I like jokes...

Hey you! don't touch that
Do you not know what that is?
It's a gun , of course

So some funny stuff is coming your way. Do you have that anticipation? Like when you're at a concert, a comedy club, a sporting event. Just before it starts, you're brimming with anticipation. It's almost too much to bear, as the curtains part, the lights dim, the spotlight centres. Even if the show sucks, you still had that anticipation, and that was fun, however short it may have been.

So back to the funny stuff. Are you ready? Here it is. Black people choosing to sit on the back of the bus. Really, guys? This is what we're doing now? Alright... And then there are Jews sending their kids off to camp for the summer. Really, guys? This is what we're doing now? Alright... Finally there are the Armenians who eat Turkeys for Thanksgiving. Actually that last one is pretty awesome. If you don't get it then don't worry about it. But I'm sure the people who read this are knowledgeable enough to get it. Notice how I didn't say educated enough? I know you did. Good job.

So this is the third paragraph that I've started with the word so. But I'm sure you've caught on to that as well. Here's another pat on the back. Well, a voucher for one anyone, redeemable the next time you see me in person (must print this blog entry and provide at time of redemption).

So that's about it. I hope you found that funny. If you didn't then so what? So you think you're deserving of funny, like it's owed to you or something? You've got some nerve. Whatever, you can suck it.

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There's something coming
There's always something coming
Better be prepared