"Suche gut gebauten 18-30 jährigen zum schlachten...“ - Der Metzgermeister

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------


-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------


Today proper didn't feel like a Sunday. Obviously as Ash and Shelly were both here - it felt like a Saturday.
Both Shelly and I were very surprised when Ash agreed to come and see us both today. We thought she liked her family Sundays - but obviously today was an exception to the rule.
 
When she arrived, we enlightened her with our exaggerated story about last night's events. Of course, whenever we mentioned the exploding car, we had to wave our arms in the air and make our voices proper high. Ash was pissing herself - I don't know if it was the subject matter or just the way we were gesticulating and articulating the events.
 
We did a bit of work on the Guitar Hero 5 challenges.
Now that I've found that guide online and discovered that using cheats is A-OK - we're rolling in the stars. Tee hee. I wanted to do some drum challenges, but naturally, mam didn't approve. Arsehole.
 
Now that I've discovered I've been singing the lyrics to Spieluhr wrong for all these years - I told Ash what her lyrics actually ARE - and we both agree what they ARE is a lot easier than what I THOUGHT they were.
 
Ash got me to try out Half-Life.
I really don't like it, lmao.
I seriously don't like first-person shooters. I like to see my character, for one - but I also don't approve of games where L1 is JUMP.

Though the second game I was persuaded to try out made me a lot happier.
Manhunt is so epic.
I'm terrible at these type of games though, where stealth and being sneaky are key elements - I'm better at running into opponents and beating them up - but that doesn't work for Manhunt. My way of thinking is landing me with 1-star rankings for all the missions so far. It makes Dixie sad.

Though I can't help but smile when I see blood flying about the screen. I grin manically when I suffocate people with plastic bags - and I piss myself laughing when I smash open the skull of a felled victim and their brains splatter up the walls.

I also discovered today that Ash, like myself is partial to a saveloy. So I gave her one - though it was a right old song and dance peeling the red skin off them.
Seriously, when I was little I remember eating the skins and nothing came of it... But Shelly assured me it was waxy paper and wasn't for eating. :/