8-2 is a walk in the park. it's almost fun. you get the 1-UP and you can play the rest of the level like you don't give a fuck, which is exactly what Zach did. Did I despise him for it? Maybe. Did I admire him for it? Definitely. Then you get to level 8-3 and you kind of want to shoot yourself. I cureled up into a fetal position on Barry's blue Ikea couch each time I suffered a heartbreaking loss of life a the hands of the little green guys that throw the hammers. There're like 8 of them.
Song of the Day: Flowers by Emilie Simon
Dislike of the Day: lack of cheez-its
Like of the Day: Natural light 18 pack
Dislike of the week: Natural Light 18-pack
Song of the week: anything by La Mala Rodriguez
Undecided of the day: Beer belly
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