RED wins.

Sir! Sir! Come back!

Sadly, I don't own an xBox, nor do I want to pay 200 bucks just for this game, so I've been debating if I should buy it on the PC or not. It's on sale this weekend, so it's a yes or no thing now.

Does anyone own Left 4 Dead for the PC who can tell me if it's worth it?
I've gotten one yes so far, but more opinions never hurt.

I guess I'd go sleep in the corner and try not to get raped.

At 1/8/09 09:21 PM, Moron-With-Gun wrote: ...when you go to pee later it shoots out in a weird direction because the tip is partially blocked by hardened jizz and I get some in my mouth and in the sink.

That happened to me a couple times. Which is odd, since the sink is behind me.

The original Tankmen.

There are a lot of bad situations that a boner can make worse. Big speech, class, interview, ect.
The worst might have to be in the locker room, though.

My dog gives a shit about me. Probably because I feed her.

It was spooky, and now I feel dumb for learning about them.

On the other hand, knowlage is power, right?

Good thing you weren't completly sad.

Optimism ftw.

Sure, let's do that. Seems good to me!

Bring on the fame!

Have fun with all those cameras?

No. My arcade is in the movie theater, and since I already paid to get in, what do they care if I'm good at the game or not?

I want to save that picture for prosperity.

At 1/5/09 09:01 AM, poxpower wrote:

But as soon as you hear "I'm gay" then you have to imagine how on earth they found out AND I DON'T WANT TOO NOOOOOO

That's why as soon as someone starts saying it, I plug my ears and go LALALALAA...

I'm still scarred from the last ugly person to say he's gay. That was a year ago...

Apparently, I interpret sex as "hot"...

Hrmm...

Paranoid: High
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: Low
Antisocial: High (This is bullshit. I messed up somewhere. It would, tops, be moderate.)
Borderline: Low
Histrionic: High
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant: Low
Dependent: Low
Obsessive-Compulsive: Low

Well, all right then. I'm a paraniod narcissit with antisocial problems. Wonder how that worked out. =P

At 12/3/08 12:10 AM, NightmareFire wrote: This is making my brain hurt. Can we use layman's terms instead? I might be able to understand those.

You can just go buy Portal.

it'll make ALL your problems go away. Seriously.

Pssh, I already have it. What kind of loser do you think I am?

You already have it, but you don't understand it?

I'm at a loss for an answer. Try a dictionary, maybe?

Somebody missed the joke. Bad, I know, but... Damn, I spent 3 minutes coming up with that...

Actually, about 2:55 minutes less.

At 12/3/08 12:11 AM, Digital-Terror wrote:

At 12/3/08 12:10 AM, NightmareFire wrote: This is making my brain hurt. Can we use layman's terms instead? I might be able to understand those.

You can just go buy Portal.

it'll make ALL your problems go away. Seriously.

Pssh, I already have it. What kind of loser do you think I am?

My day, she has been made, oui?

This is making my brain hurt. Can we use layman's terms instead? I might be able to understand those.

I'm not too afraid of dying. What I'm scared of is dying before I feel accomplished or leave a legacy of some kind. Then again, I've always felt there was some form or reincarnation (nothing silly like human to orange like you said), but some form.

Lincoln and Darwin share my birthday.

Obviously, I'm gonna grow up to be famous.

Damn random people with wire cutters and a need for your "important documents."

Does important documents stand for porn?

Now that's just funny. Guess that's why it's in this thread.

Hmmmm, I almost missed the obvious.

Fun. Time-consuming and life-destroying.

Very worth it, actually. It's incredible.

Seriously! I was riding home from school today with my friends, all excitied for my 4-day weekend. Just under... oh... about a quarter of the way to my friend's house, my chain started making some funny sounds. I ignored it.

Turns out, I shouldn't have. My balls slammed into the seat as my right pedal flew off. Took all the gears with it. Those went under the rear tire, and that too, went kaboom. Little rubber pieces everywhere.

I sat up, being able to see straight now, and see that my chain has looped around itself and parts of the bike in what seem to be impossible ways, the tire is in pieces, and the gears and pedal are quite a few yards back. In a pile of horse crap.

I had to walk all the way back home. It was a long, long way. Now my bike... or what's left of it is in pieces at my friend's house. And my balls still hurt.

The rest of the desk is not worthless. If I beat it to a pulp, the computer would collapse.

Come out and Play (Keep 'em Seperated) - The Offspring

Rocked my socks. The second was Pretty Fly for a White Guy. Little less sock-rocking at first, but it grew on me.

Maybe it went through the wash.... like mine did.