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IF the indocrination theory explanation for Mass Effect 3 is true then everything makes sense and then some.

No spoilers...if you really want to know...its out there on BioWare's Mass Effect official site and spreading!

The Un-Beautiful Letdown of ME 3

Tue, 03/13/2012 - 21:08 — Foxytrot

In 2 words...the end. (Or endings}

What should/could have been an epic ending, a tour de force for a stellar sci-fi game and perhaps a precedent for those  to follow...a legend if you will....fell flat on its un-heroic, ugly face when it mattered the most...right at the end.

Oh No...I Adopted a Dog!

Tue, 08/30/2011 - 22:13 — Foxytrot

 Hubby has a toy poodle, Selena that is now 16 years old. I say that he has because the poodle absolutely loves and adores him. It is kinda cute except for the extremely high pitched yipping when he pulls in the driveway that shatters eardrums within a 80 km radius. 

My Schnoodle (good grief he was a good mutt, darn these fartsy names) died nearly 5 years ago. I have a cat, Asmodeus who doesn't really understand what it means to be a cat. He is the one that goes for walks, goes in shopping carts at the Pet store to pick out toys (his), and has travelled extensively throughout the province of Ontario sitting on the console in the truck and goes camping with us. He is exceptionally bright and social and lovable and loving and totally a Mummy's cat but somehow he just isn't a dog. And if you have/had a dog and a cat then maybe you get what I mean. 

I know I didn't want a puppy. I know that our poodle could not stand a puppy. But hubby and I had discussed an older dog half-heartedly. A co-worker came across a couple of strays - buddies I guess. A shepherd mix and a Westie which he took to the animal shelter. I was a tad interested in the Westie but didn't like the thought of splitting up the two buddies. My co-worker said the Westie was chipped so I figured it was only a matter of time before the owner of the dynamic furry duo was located. But curious I went to the shelter website and checked them out under strays and they were front and centre. Then I did something...you know....one of those...SOMETHING. I checked out the Adoption page and call it fate, kismet, holy intervention, the finger of God pointing at moi but yep...there was a dog. Yike. I left the site. I returned later in the morning, the stray duo were now off (likely homeward bound), and I peeked at the dog again. You get where I am going with this right?

Oh sure. I have browsed the page in the past and other shelter adoption pages too but....there it was...a dog. A dog that for whatever reason...I wanted. THE dog. It was a black purebred Chow Chow,  male and he was 9 years old. A bit older than we had discussed. There were two pictures, one showing him as the typical snotty regal Chow Chow but the second showed a dog with a twinkle in his eye and a stance of mischief or ready to engage in play. Sealed it.  I texted the hubby to check the Chow Chow out. But then I realized he was not neutered and texted the hubby nevermind. And I felt kinda sad. Our poodle is not spayed. My hubby didn't want to, Selena was a tiny pup and he is a big softie so that was that. Yeah...I was sad. 

When hubby came home I was still a little blue. I've always loved Chow Chows but never come close to owning one.  I showed him the Chow Chow's profile and that was when I noticed a paragraph at the top of the web page. It said that all adoptions included mandatory spaying or neutering. 

REALLY?

So we phoned and he was still there...so we loaded up Selena and we loaded up Asmodeus for a play date at the shelter. It went extremely well. 

My Chow Chow is wearing a cone, his name is Quon Shen which roughly means "Bright Spirit" and I don't know what his back story is but he is exceptionally well trained. I am able to slack leash him and the simple command "Leave it" has him ignoring most neighborhood dogs (some he just loves and chow-chow talks until I let them meet and do the doggie sniff introduction). He socializes well with other dogs when I allow him to interact, ignores squirrels and cats although lightening bugs confused him at first. In ten days he will have a bath. He is very matted so I've taken the time to brush him out about 15 minutes daily so he doesn't get bored or fed up with it while he is recovering from the Royal Snippet. (Poor fellow can only put up with so much) He still has a bit of kennel smell so he needs a "freshening". I have been reading a lot about Chow Chows to better understand his mindset but the most important thing is how he wags his tail when he is with me and how he is able to step out with his new "pack" and has accepted us as his peoples. It is very humbling to be loved by a dog that has come to you when he lost everything. 

I feel honoured to have him and I am working hard at providing him with a confident owner that he can trust to direct him. I told him a CP3O joke about 3 days ago and he only stared at me with golden brown eyes and his big bear face. I told him a Stargate joke today (a humorous observation actually) and this time he opened his mouth to pant but...I think he was actually laughing. 

I know that he is a bit old but I decided that youth does not necessarily guarantee longevity and have adopted the saying: "Better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all". If you love something, time should be irrelevant. I loved a cat once that when I had to have him put to sleep I grieved terribly and it made me reluctant to take on and love another as dearly. It took time but then along came Asmodeus. He is very different from my Long John Silver. As much as Long John's death made me sad in the long run I was grateful to have had his love...and so...love is always worth having and giving and should be about the moment. Uh-oh...somebody is whining for a walk...and its not my hubby. Gotta go. 

Maybe Quon Shen would appreciate a Chewbacca joke more...
 

Oh No...I Adopted a Dog!

Tue, 08/30/2011 - 22:13 — Foxytrot

 Hubby has a toy poodle, Selena that is now 16 years old. I say that he has because the poodle absolutely loves and adores him. It is kinda cute except for the extremely high pitched yipping when he pulls in the driveway that shatters eardrums within a 80 km radius. 

My Schnoodle (good grief he was a good mutt, darn these fartsy names) died nearly 5 years ago. I have a cat, Asmodeus who doesn't really understand what it means to be a cat. He is the one that goes for walks, goes in shopping carts at the Pet store to pick out toys (his), and has travelled extensively throughout the province of Ontario sitting on the console in the truck and goes camping with us. He is exceptionally bright and social and lovable and loving and totally a Mummy's cat but somehow he just isn't a dog. And if you have/had a dog and a cat then maybe you get what I mean. 

I know I didn't want a puppy. I know that our poodle could not stand a puppy. But hubby and I had discussed an older dog half-heartedly. A co-worker came across a couple of strays - buddies I guess. A shepherd mix and a Westie which he took to the animal shelter. I was a tad interested in the Westie but didn't like the thought of splitting up the two buddies. My co-worker said the Westie was chipped so I figured it was only a matter of time before the owner of the dynamic furry duo was located. But curious I went to the shelter website and checked them out under strays and they were front and centre. Then I did something...you know....one of those...SOMETHING. I checked out the Adoption page and call it fate, kismet, holy intervention, the finger of God pointing at moi but yep...there was a dog. Yike. I left the site. I returned later in the morning, the stray duo were now off (likely homeward bound), and I peeked at the dog again. You get where I am going with this right?

Oh sure. I have browsed the page in the past and other shelter adoption pages too but....there it was...a dog. A dog that for whatever reason...I wanted. THE dog. It was a black purebred Chow Chow,  male and he was 9 years old. A bit older than we had discussed. There were two pictures, one showing him as the typical snotty regal Chow Chow but the second showed a dog with a twinkle in his eye and a stance of mischief or ready to engage in play. Sealed it.  I texted the hubby to check the Chow Chow out. But then I realized he was not neutered and texted the hubby nevermind. And I felt kinda sad. Our poodle is not spayed. My hubby didn't want to, Selena was a tiny pup and he is a big softie so that was that. Yeah...I was sad. 

When hubby came home I was still a little blue. I've always loved Chow Chows but never come close to owning one.  I showed him the Chow Chow's profile and that was when I noticed a paragraph at the top of the web page. It said that all adoptions included mandatory spaying or neutering. 

REALLY?

So we phoned and he was still there...so we loaded up Selena and we loaded up Asmodeus for a play date at the shelter. It went extremely well. 

My Chow Chow is wearing a cone, his name is Quon Shen which roughly means "Bright Spirit" and I don't know what his back story is but he is exceptionally well trained. I am able to slack leash him and the simple command "Leave it" has him ignoring most neighborhood dogs (some he just loves and chow-chow talks until I let them meet and do the doggie sniff introduction). He socializes well with other dogs when I allow him to interact, ignores squirrels and cats although lightening bugs confused him at first. In ten days he will have a bath. He is very matted so I've taken the time to brush him out about 15 minutes daily so he doesn't get bored or fed up with it while he is recovering from the Royal Snippet. (Poor fellow can only put up with so much) He still has a bit of kennel smell so he needs a "freshening". I have been reading a lot about Chow Chows to better understand his mindset but the most important thing is how he wags his tail when he is with me and how he is able to step out with his new "pack" and has accepted us as his peoples. It is very humbling to be loved by a dog that has come to you when he lost everything. 

I feel honoured to have him and I am working hard at providing him with a confident owner that he can trust to direct him. I told him a CP3O joke about 3 days ago and he only stared at me with golden brown eyes and his big bear face. I told him a Stargate joke today (a humorous observation actually) and this time he opened his mouth to pant but...I think he was actually laughing. 

I know that he is a bit old but I decided that youth does not necessarily guarantee longevity and have adopted the saying: "Better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all". If you love something, time should be irrelevant. I loved a cat once that when I had to have him put to sleep I grieved terribly and it made me reluctant to take on and love another as dearly. It took time but then along came Asmodeus. He is very different from my Long John Silver. As much as Long John's death made me sad in the long run I was grateful to have had his love...and so...love is always worth having and giving and should be about the moment. Uh-oh...somebody is whining for a walk...and its not my hubby. Gotta go. 

Maybe Quon Shen would appreciate a Chewbacca joke more...
 

Why Game ESRB Ratings Don't Work

Mon, 08/29/2011 - 20:08 — Foxytrot

We've all seen them...planted so officially looking on the front of a game box. The Entertainment Software Rating Board stamp and rating of age appropriateness of the game contained therein.

And now on with my rant...um...vent...embitterment....oh whatever...

So I headed off to FanExpo in Toronto this past Sunday. It is an annual visitation for me. Don't ask me why, I just do it. I need a certain fill of Gaming, Sci-Fi, Anime, Manga, Horror and Comic book fellowship and this is it. The BIG thing in gaming this year was of course 3D gaming. BIG. It was everywhere. Which was cool with this gamer chick. 

Microsoft had a booth - of course - and this year is was a pretty decent  booth actually. They were offering demos of the upcoming GoW 3 and Halo: Anniversary (remake of Halo: Combat Evolved). Oh wow.  I had to wipe drool off my chin, seriously. They had a tent set up, looked a desert camo set up and inside several TVs and one side was Gears of War and the other Halo. Yeah...now I got you drooling. Well mop up and listen up.  

Now...here is where I get pissy. Gears of War is M rated. I think Halo Anniversary has been assigned an M rating too. So....what is with all the 7 to 12 years olds cluttering up the line up, Microsoft? Why oh why are they allowed to make bad lineups worse when they shouldn't be playing this game in the first place? So I glimpse in the tent and sure enough...there are the Timmies, controllers in hand while Mummy or Daddy is holding their stuff or worse....Mommy or Daddy just aren't anywhere to be seen because they are off somewhere doing their own thing. Funny, the spooled trailer at the entrance keeps getting to a point where I know for a fact GoW flashed an "ESRB Rated M, for Mature, 17+" over and over again and yet Timmie parents and the crew minding the Microsoft tent ignored it and let these kiddies play.

*snort*

Thanks Microsoft. Thanks alot for NOT training your staff to say "Frig kid, you can't play this game, you're underage". AND telling parents "These games are not suitable for kids like your Timmy, oops, I mean children the age of your...um...kid" That way parents become informed and make an informed decision to let the kid control their life or control their kid. Um..yeah. 

Gamestop, EB Games, FutureShop, Best Buy, hell any consumer cannot sell to anyone under the ESRB rating. They get in big doodie-poo-poo if they do.

So how come Microsoft is allowed to let these same kids come in to play? How come they can expose these kids to these mature rated games? Microsoft, I have said it before and I will repeat it yet again...you are evil. I am forced to love you but you are an abusive boyfriend. 

Just seems some how wrong, doesn't it? It stuck in my craw actually. What is the point of ESRB ratings? Hello? The ESRB claims part of their mandate is (and I quote) "To empower consumers, especially parents, with the ability to make informed decisions about the computer and video games they choose for their families and to hold the computer and video game industry accountable for responsible marketing practices"

I think the staff at the Microsoft booth should have tried to support the ESRB rating on these games by either informing the parents and letting the parent say "What the frack, my kid can play that game, don't try to dictate to my Timmy" and/or telling Timmies they needed to get Mommy and/or Daddy before they would be allowed to play said demos or...and this would be a tough one for money-hungry Microsoft - put up a sign declaring that no one under the age of 17 (and you should provide proof or your sh*t outta luck) would be allowed to take the ride in support of ESRB Ratings. I think I heard Microsoft gulp.  Oh I know, I know, Microsoft isn't in the education business, its in the marketing make money business. 

ESRB ratings work, don't work. I think they could be more effective. I have to admit I would rather play a M rated game then an E most of the time. Even an M over a T if I am to be perfectly honest. As an adult I am using the rating in a way I don't think the ESRB intended. Indicate age appropriateness...yeah, I guess....but thing is most parents still just don't get it, or don't care...or I don't know what.  *shrug* 

So there it is My Peoples...my rant. 

On a different note...this is what I learned about 3D gaming at FanExpo. If it is a 2D game made to appear 3D, it isn't too awful bad. HOWEVER. If it is a 3D game and played in 3D...it is wicked bangin' sick (which is good) and you might just have to swallow throat bile because it can on occasion cause motion sickness. For example I was playing Prince of Persia in 3D and you know when he does all that beam swinging stuff...oh yeah...before you just watched him do all those epic moves...now you will feel it...and there will be a price. 

Oh...and William Shatner looks good in person...not smokin' hot kinda good...but pretty good for a Sci-Fi icon nontheless. 

Afterthought: I predict that because video games are blamed for so many human weaknesses and irresponsibilities that with 3D video gaming they will also be held responsible for heart attacks - likely because of some sexy in-game hottie NPC.  Remember - you heard it here first. 

 

 

 

Carl Johnson is a DOOFUS!!!

Tue, 08/16/2011 - 17:14 — Foxytrot

*blushes* I don't want everyone thinking I kicked cancer or did anything even remotely noble in all this. Truth is - it kicked me and surgery basically cut it out of me without the whole ugly Alien-exploding-from-the-chest scene. I had neuroendocrine cancer, very rare and it doesn't really respond to chemo or radiation so options can be slim. I thought I had the starting of another kidney stone. Hospital thought maybe it was my appendix and decided that surgery was in order. It was the pathology on the removed appendix that turned up the 4 cm tumor. Anyway, 2 major surgeries and a loooong wait later not to mention another couple of kickass, righteous scars (ok, its four additional) and I am...ok. For now at least. Game on.

Do you know they for real, actually, really-really call 2 of the wounds STAB wounds? That has got to be EPIC right?. Imagine me telling that one around the nursing home when I am 92 . "Yep, got me 2 stab wounds for when I ran as a busta gansta girl in the hood. yo'"

Where was I? Sorry for a moment I was regaling in the daydream. OH YEAH. You children of the game world are gonna be soooo proud of yo' momma!!! While recovering - I gamed. I played a bunch of demos AND I played around with some old games. AND I finished Saints Row 2 which made me role back the carpet and purchase and play Saints Row and that has me now in the middle of GTA San Andreas (thank you for DLC and for my hubby giving me a Points Card!).

But I digress (as usual). Yeah - Carl Johnson is a doofus.

Just when I try my heart out to make this dude all cool and radical something absolutely stupid, category 10 dumb comes out of his mouth. Say what? Niko in GTA IV had a certain cool to him. Luis in The Ballad of Gay Tony was very cool. Johnny was a biker and kinda - ok, he was kinda boring actually. In both Saints Row games my characters were pretty cool and Johnny Gatt had me wishing my character could Hot Coffee him. I love the sense of humour at play in all these games. So now comes Carl. Carl Johnson and San Andreas. Him, that I get all dressed up in what I think is cool...only his sex appeal seems nil...so I dress him up in the clothes that raise his sex appeal and he looks...ridonkulous. I am female and there is just no way I would get down with someone dressin' like that. Seriously? RockStar - you are frickin' evil!!! And just when I been making my man Carl a smooth well-oiled killing machine and a force to be reckoned with...he says something stupid. And it ain't just kinda stupid...oh no...this is grandaddy stupid. Doofus stupid. Slap-my-face-leave-my-mouth-hanging-open-with-spittle-stupid, thats how stupid. (You can quote me on that by the way) And if you are anything like me...you are left wondering why you put up with him. If he was any kind of a real man...he would have picked his suitcases up from the curb outside my house by now.

But...heres the thing, the evil thing....at the same time...I kinda like this dude, Carl. Because he is tragically human-like in some really weird, twisted way maybe because he does say exactly the wrong thing at exactly the wrong moment and leave me wanting to cuss him about it. Maybe that is his...dare I spell it out...his *gulp* c-h-a-r-m.

God, I hope I survive the rest of this game....I haven't even unlocked the 3rd Island yet!!!

(See this why YOU are all glad I DON"T do game reviews real time - although I could've used the money)

 

Carl Johnson is a DOOFUS!!!

Tue, 08/16/2011 - 17:14 — Foxytrot

*blushes* I don't want everyone thinking I kicked cancer or did anything even remotely noble in all this. Truth is - it kicked me and surgery basically cut it out of me without the whole ugly Alien-exploding-from-the-chest scene. I had neuroendocrine cancer, very rare and it doesn't really respond to chemo or radiation so options can be slim. I thought I had the starting of another kidney stone. Hospital thought maybe it was my appendix and decided that surgery was in order. It was the pathology on the removed appendix that turned up the 4 cm tumor. Anyway, 2 major surgeries and a loooong wait later not to mention another couple of kickass, righteous scars (ok, its four additional) and I am...ok. For now at least. Game on.

Do you know they for real, actually, really-really call 2 of the wounds STAB wounds? That has got to be EPIC right?. Imagine me telling that one around the nursing home when I am 92 . "Yep, got me 2 stab wounds for when I ran as a busta gansta girl in the hood. yo'"

Where was I? Sorry for a moment I was regaling in the daydream. OH YEAH. You children of the game world are gonna be soooo proud of yo' momma!!! While recovering - I gamed. I played a bunch of demos AND I played around with some old games. AND I finished Saints Row 2 which made me role back the carpet and purchase and play Saints Row and that has me now in the middle of GTA San Andreas (thank you for DLC and for my hubby giving me a Points Card!).

But I digress (as usual). Yeah - Carl Johnson is a doofus.

Just when I try my heart out to make this dude all cool and radical something absolutely stupid, category 10 dumb comes out of his mouth. Say what? Niko in GTA IV had a certain cool to him. Luis in The Ballad of Gay Tony was very cool. Johnny was a biker and kinda - ok, he was kinda boring actually. In both Saints Row games my characters were pretty cool and Johnny Gatt had me wishing my character could Hot Coffee him. I love the sense of humour at play in all these games. So now comes Carl. Carl Johnson and San Andreas. Him, that I get all dressed up in what I think is cool...only his sex appeal seems nil...so I dress him up in the clothes that raise his sex appeal and he looks...ridonkulous. I am female and there is just no way I would get down with someone dressin' like that. Seriously? RockStar - you are frickin' evil!!! And just when I been making my man Carl a smooth well-oiled killing machine and a force to be reckoned with...he says something stupid. And it ain't just kinda stupid...oh no...this is grandaddy stupid. Doofus stupid. Slap-my-face-leave-my-mouth-hanging-open-with-spittle-stupid, thats how stupid. (You can quote me on that by the way) And if you are anything like me...you are left wondering why you put up with him. If he was any kind of a real man...he would have picked his suitcases up from the curb outside my house by now.

But...heres the thing, the evil thing....at the same time...I kinda like this dude, Carl. Because he is tragically human-like in some really weird, twisted way maybe because he does say exactly the wrong thing at exactly the wrong moment and leave me wanting to cuss him about it. Maybe that is his...dare I spell it out...his *gulp* c-h-a-r-m.

God, I hope I survive the rest of this game....I haven't even unlocked the 3rd Island yet!!!

(See this why YOU are all glad I DON"T do game reviews real time - although I could've used the money)

 

Here I am...again

Mon, 08/08/2011 - 18:50 — Foxytrot

 I am back.

                             I had cancer.

                                                            Long story.

 

                                                                            AWOL for treatment & recovery.

 

                                                                                                                             They think they got it all.

                                                              

                                                                                                                                                  So....

                                                                                                                                                         

                                                                                                                                                                         I am...back.  *shrug*

Here I am...again

Mon, 08/08/2011 - 18:50 — Foxytrot

 I am back.

                             I had cancer.

                                                            Long story.

 

                                                                            AWOL for treatment & recovery.

 

                                                                                                                             They think they got it all.

                                                              

                                                                                                                                                  So....

                                                                                                                                                         

                                                                                                                                                                         I am...back.  *shrug*

Um..first....Happy St. Patrick's Day.

Okay, with that out of the way...I almost forgot to whine, I mean vent, ummmm, well, mention anyways this about Assassin's Creed Brotherhood the other day so *Spoiler Alert Still In Effect* , avert your eyes now...

What on earth is wrong with Ubisoft that they would include such a dull and totally pointless romantic story arch as the Christina Missions? I know I have been trying so hard to be a polite lady and leave off being a potty mouth but this....seriously....WTF!?!

I am insulted by Christina, I am disappointed in Ezio. Insulted because how utterly dumb can she possibly be? I am a woman and this was horrible to bear. Readers Digest Condensed Version "Oh Ezio you've been gone 2 years because I had the chance to go with you but I wouldn't and oh, even though I have always loved you I decided you were not coming back so I am engaged to another man and oh, I love you more than life itself and now even though your back but I am gonna marry that poor man (Manfredo) anyway even though I don't really love him as much as I love you but I just don't love you enough to break the engagement and elope with you because I don't want to disappoint my Papa and....I am a stupid woman" What? Is this true love, obviously not. Is this romantic...not...it is pathetic. How many times does she have to toss Ezio over and why-oh-why does he go back? She could have gone to Monteriggioni. No, she freely chooses not to. Ezio returns and wants her but no. She goes off with someone she doesn't love as much (Manfredo) who innocently trusts that she loves him. The dumbass she insists on marrying get himself into trouble. Ezio rescues this guy which is nice but then lets the love of his life *roll eyes* go off and marry this guy!!! So if you love someone - give them to somebody else that may not love her as much as you do and who you know she doesn't love as much as she says she loves you...so...that...uh, somebody (but I am confused as to who) can be happy. Then what? Eight years later he forges a letter to her posing as her husband (ah, so now he is lying to her, she has been living the lie with her husband who is secondpick and this somehow...uh, ok) so he can snatch a kiss off her (desperate or what?) and she gets all upset at HIS deceit even though technically you could say her marrying Manfredo was a lie from "I do" if Ezio was the love of her life...proclaimed by her final gasping words to Ezio and her having kept the necklace. *roll eyes* So what I at first thought was going to be interesting flashbacks...a filling in of a few gaps turned out to be an utterly pointless and pretty disappointing flat beer. THANKS Ubisoft!!!! Duh. I would have felt better if those missions would have continued with his dealing with the death of his family, such as where/how they were buried and dealing with Claudia and his Mother immediately after kind of stuff. Jimmanie Crickets, Ezio is an Italian for pete's sake, what kind of lame ass chases after a married woman who tosses him over several times and for a gambler and basically bails out on love. Oh don't make excuses for him! A man should have some balls and some pride, don't give me crap about how they had some sort of impossible love because he is an assassin, that ain't cutting it with me. Love conquers all things, endures all things or it ain't love. Ezio was better off without her...and we would have been better off without this dribble drabble.

Geeezzzz. Just who did he have a kid with to establish the DNA chain to Desmond? Oh, Ubisoft you are so silly sometimes amongst some pretty smart stuff. Geeks should not write romance. Ha-ha.

Yeah so...now you know....I am a cold-hearted and demanding romantic. Meh.

Destination Truth has a four hour special tonight at Ducketts Grove in Ireland searching for a Banshee...after 15 minutes...what a waste. I think the Irish are having great fun taking the mick out of the Yanks. I have never seen so many people scared by a few bleating sheep,  and flapping birds staggering around in the dark. LOL

Oh...has anyone played Age of Conan? What did you think if you did? Worth it or worthless?

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