We've all been there... playing COD, Halo, GTA, FF, Gears of War, Mario Cart, Madden, etc... and our friend or colleague passes the controller...
- it's like the warm seat you find after a class gets out...
- it's like seeing food crumbs in the friend's drink you just sipped...
- it's like logging on a campus comp where the keyboard shines with the oil of a dozen other people... (also the inspiration of this blog -_-)
- it's like spraying on a toilet seat... i mean come on... damn...
- it's like shaking hands with 'that guy'... cold, clammy, and limp...
except... this is warm and coated in the palm sweat of your friend (whose hygiene tends to waver after a few beers)...
So... unless you wipe down this sample of sweat... (and potentially grease, snot, etc.).... you're about to get intimate with your friend or colleague otherwise unattainable...
Except... what do you wipe it with... your shirt?... your friend's shirt?... the couch?
BOTTOM LINE... friends don't let friends pass the clammy controller...
1 comment:
/agreed !
as a girl... I get grossed out hard core.
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