You people with your fancy games with their fancy names.
In our day we didn't have fancy names, we'd just walk up to people and randomly punch them in the face, or throw em through a fence.
We'd show off for girls by swan diving off of the jungle gym to the concrete below, but we didn't call it swan diving off of the jungle gym to the concrete below game, hell no we called it hey you watch this.
We didn't call it a game when we ran around body checking people, we called it survival of the fittest, and you got extra points for tea bagging your victim, but that didn't make us gay, no siree
And when we found construction equipment including 2x4 segments, we didn't call the game tag, we called it, I dare you to hit me in the face with that board.
You punks are soft with all of your fancy names and fancy rules.
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My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
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