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Sista Smack Talk!!!


My friends think that I talk a lot of smack when I play video games, which is true. I have a tendency to taunt my opponents when I play them on my PS2; mainly to psyche 'em out and get under their skin, which is funny because many times, I'm just playing the computer. Anywho, my trash talkin' doens't hold a candle to my sister's trash talking abilities, especially on the basketball court. She was born a natural athlete; ambidextrous, quick witted, quick tempered, determined...or amazingly stubborn (with her, I could never tell), and always striving to give the last word! But here's the difference, my sister starts BEFORE nary a controller or basketball is picked up! I'm much sneakier! I'll wait until it looks like my opponent has NO hope of recovery, then I'll start! Furthermore, I never trash talk about events that are outta my control. No! That's a lie! I've done that before, but mostly in a, "okay, we'll see" kind of way. Never a, "oh, your team's going to get spanked", kind of way! It was the latter that I heard from her several times yesterday from 12:45pm to 12:57pm.

My sister is a HUGE 49ers fan.

I am a 'Skins fan to the core.

Yesterday's score:

Washington: 52
San Fransisco: 17

I talked to her three hours after the onslaught.

She told me to stop living in the past.

You've gotta love siblings!


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Anonymous said…
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Anonymous said…
Um...Rabbit Vibrators aside, the following has got to be the understatement of the year:

"My friends think that I talk a lot of smack when I play video games, which is true."

:)

- Chris

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