A friend convinced me to buy "Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas" for my PC, since it was only $10. I agreed because I love playing the vigilante, and what better place to do it than the scum-clogged streets of a major metropolitan area? It's not as much fun as I thought. Cheating my way to an array of high-powered weapons was fulfilling and satisfying, almost as much as using them to cut a glorious swath through the dank underworld of San Andreas. It went south fast, though. There are only so many corrupt cops, drug dealers, gangsters and mafia goons you can dispatch before the Feds get involved, and being forced to eliminate real lawmen left a sour taste in my mouth. I think my friend will inherit this game.
Those who know me will inform you that I like pasta. Those who know me well will inform you that I really like pasta. One of my favorite dishes is chicken parmigiana with spaghetti marinara. I had it a few weeks ago at a local Italian joint, and I've been craving it ever since. My financial situation prohibits indulgence at this time, so my lust for pasta must go unsated.
Smurfs are neat. They are underappreciated.
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