I’ve been playing Portal 2. Impeccable game. Absolutely top-notch and worth every single penny if you had to dig in public hotel and restaurant couches for six weeks to scrape up the cash.
All right, I’ve been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back.
GET MAD! I DON’T WANT YOUR DAMN LEMONS! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THESE?!
DEMAND TO SEE LIFE’S MANAGER! Make life RUE the day it thought it could give CAVE JOHNSON LEMONS!
DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! I’M THE MAN WHO’S GONNA BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN! WITH THE LEMONS! I’m gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that’s gonna BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN!
– Cave Johnson, Portal 2
I hesitate to include the next link. If you are a person who doesn’t like spoilers (it only kind of does) then don’t watch it. Ignore the purple elephant. Just don’t think about it.
But the tune and lyrics and singing… they just stick in your brain and don’t go away. I’ve had it in my head for three and a half hours now.
We do what we must
because we can.
Last night Cruel Wife said we can fly the chopper again! Hee hee! No, that’s not a euphemism. I’m talking Battlefield 2.
My “guy parts” are up near my collarbones in sympathy. Keep watching until the replay at the end. That poor bastard. It’s moments like that where a person really does wish to just be shot so they can forego the experience.