Zel-kun’s Words

Today I salute you, Paul, player of Gamecube, maker of chili, owner of a swamp you like to call your backyard, and sayer of enough puns to give Groucho Marx a headache.  Where would I be without your humor, your honesty, and your loyalty?  Chances are I’d have gone horribly insane from boredom.

That’s right, when I want to know what to do on a weekend, what friend I should call, chances are its you, oh owner of enough gameboys to build a small fort out of.  Who else can watch a DVD, play Zelda, roll dice in an RPG campaign, check his WoW auctions, AND deepfry a giant pile of cheesesticks and chicken, all while yelling at his dogs?  Yes you are truly unique, you Perpetuator of the Pun.

So open a non-carbonated beverage of your choice, sit, play some WoW and get yelled at by your wife, because after all, if you don’t dismantle four hundred and eighty-seven advanced target dummies to get that one fused wiring, who will?

(more ‘Real Men of Genius’ background music)

Zel-kun out.