As I sit here my friend Brian is button-mashing through the incredibly long intro to Super Paper Mario. I suggested he play Guitar Hero 3, or maybe Call of Duty, but no, he decided he wanted to play a game where the first 3 hours are all funny sound effects and text boxes. Good job dumb dumb. Would I normally care? No, except he’s over there griping and griping, like some sort of gripemachine sent back in time to really annoy me. I have to change out of my work clothes and post a Ninja Ken comic, I have no time for you Brian you big crybaby.

There we go, jeans feel so much better than khakis. Jeans are to freedom as khakis are to fascism.

Oh, and I meant to comment about Adam’s whole nerd bar idea. That would not work for a person like me, I consider myself to be a nerd of the smart variety. Not one of the lower classes of nerds. If I was at a nerd bar I would probably be saying to myself “Where are all the attractive people?” Hahahah I kid, I kid, we’re not all completely hideous.

Bottom line is it wouldn’t work because there are too many castes of nerds, and very few of them get along. Anyways I’ve actually written up a Hierarchy of Nerds that I plan on drawing up someday that will explain some of my theory here.

TTFN
-Kid C

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