Depending on how this goes, this might become another one of my feature posts. Anyhow, let’s get on with this.
So one night I wasn’t able to fall asleep and started to think: “What if you have to choose a trap?”
Now, let me expand on that. Don’t worry about circumstances or what not, just worry about the scenario. If you are a guy (or if you are a girl, switch all genders below to the opposite gender) and you have to choose your significant other between a trap or a reverse trap. Here’s a break-down of the two choices.
A) You are a guy and you chose a trap. All your acquaintances would think you have a very beautiful girlfriend and you are a heterosexual. However, in reality, you are now a homosexual.
B) You are a guy and you chose the reverse trap. All your acquaintances now think you are a homosexual, but in realty, you are actually heterosexual.
Just in case you happen to not know what a trap is, here’s gia who’s more than willing to explain.
gia: ” A delicious trap is a trap that is delicious. A trap is a boy dressed as a hot girl. (By the same token, a reverse trap is a girl dressed as a hot/cute boy.) Delicious is good things. THE END!”
Thank you gia for informing our readers and now, pick your choice people!
Let me tell you guys, the day after my little rant about Patapon not being available, 3 or 4 stores had the game in stock! Well, I went and got it and let me tell you, this game far exceeds my expectations. What I played in the demo doesn’t even cover half of what happens in the game. It’s definitely a must have for anybody who owns a PSP, unless of course you have no sense of rhythm whatsoever, in which case it might just end up frustrating you.
You people living in decent countries don’t know how good you have it with food. More specifically the phenomenon known as fast food. Since your countries have all the money, no corporations feel like setting up places in Ukraine to feed the busy higher class of Ukrainians that can afford it, besides McDonalds (sorry no crazy Russian Gronald McDonald commercials with the clown marching around giving out burgers and saying MUN MUN MUUU to people). I swear, it’s like a conspiracy or something, every walk-in-to-order food building is selling the same very generic Slavic food, and let me tell you, classical Russian food for the most part is horrible. No stores exist that sell donuts, no magic Mexican food joints, not even a damn decent pizza place. Might also have something to do with Ukrainians seeming to generally be very against any sort of artificial preservatives, and having no money to really buy much else but gasoline to run their amazing soviet cars to be able to drive back and forth from the farm that every single damn person seems to have out away from the city. You people ever heard of Shawarmas? We have a few stands that sell them as well as hotdogs, and nothing else.
And that’s how I saved Christmas from the zombie tigers.
