I totally just got out of class at the Art Institute of Seattle, which is in the same building as Real Networks, and as I emerged onto the street who did I see? Fucking Jerry and Mike and their whole crew getting out of their cars across the street, wearing full ping-ping gear. Holy shit, I didn't know what to do, I was so struck with amazement I just kind of stared for a moment. I looked around for someone who might know who they are, but alas only some really old dude and some hot chick were in close proximity, both of which I assumed would lack any appreciation for their presence. I mumbled "holy shit, holy shit" a few times as I stared in their direction, there was a moment where I swear to god that Mike, the tall mother fucker and I made eye contact and we shared a deep, personal moment, him probably wondering who the fuck the douche in the suit glaring at him was.
I wanted to yell something and share my appreciation but couldn't find the words, but I'll never forgot that brief moment I stood a mere intersection away from such gods. As I crossed the street and to my vehicle, choosing rather not to bother such people with the words of someone so irrelephant, I quickly tweeted and facebooked what had transpired, and after all that, I can some day tell my future children that there was a day when I was truly alive, and that day was today.
Thankyou,
-Sean
P.S. This was like an hour ago of this edit, so I would imagine they are in the heat of ping pong battle RIGHT NOW!
P.P.S. I have positioned myself in a vent and am watching Mike and Jerry play doubles. Tonight I shall dine on their sweetbreads
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it made my night
It was pretty cool.
See, on twitter its okay to stare.
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What spring does with the cherry trees.
I wonder which would pay more for the release of the other?
Things didn't go so well the last time they were separated. I'm sure Khoo would be all over it.
The Khoo Woo is not just a ping-pong move.
And irrelephant does not forget!
What spring does with the cherry trees.
But then his brush with greatness could last forever while Gabe or Tycho tries to do the comic by themselves, refusing to actually have to pay for the other's return.
Assuming they didn't, you know, call the cops and have the shit beaten out of him.
i was talking about ping-ping
the underground world of ping-ping
probably intertwined with sex-trafficking
does it count as "imagining" if you are peeping them through the window?
he looked at them so hard he had a heart attack
shit, man, I've met them
we talked about D&D and Veggie Tales and Gabe drew me a picture
I didn't need a fucking defribrillator after
This makes as much sense as PA's level of success.
If you chop em up you can use more reasonably sized jars.
That kills the resale value.
I just wanted to let you all know that
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true that
I mean it's no big deal but I talked to them one time