Monday, April 20, 2009
Ham-Fisted
Now that the recording of bass has been completed, I've taken my Playstation home so none of my ham-fisted controller-mashing bandmates can play it and ruin my high scores. Unfortunately this has led to a drop in morale, as the social cohesiveness brought about by throwing grenades at pedestrians in Liberty City has evaporated. The card games are getting more violent now, and there's a lot of spitting and aggressive Russell Crowe impersonations going on. Burke dropped a piece of buttered bread on the back of my shirt, but he claims this was an accident.
The record, though, is sounding HOT.
JC
The record, though, is sounding HOT.
JC
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