Let me open by saying: I propose that we do drugs off the hookers' asses, while banging them, in the hot tub, while they play DDR with their hands, and we yell the directions as we watch the displays.
"YEAH, BABY, LEFT, LEFT, RIGHT RIGHT FORWARD! OH SHIT, HERE COMES A COMBO!"
That being said, WOOOOOOOHAAAAAAAAA! I'm already crazy psyched for this year's Otakon. Some events I hope to partake of once again:
- the 100-meter drunken AMV competition viewing!
- the Bob-sitting! First one to kill him, wins!
- the annoying jailbait fangirl shotput! Paizuri is our reigning champion, but ten bucks says I can put her through drywall!
- the lingual biathlon! Have extended, intelligent conversations in what, to onlookers, sounds like Swahili!
- and of course, the DDR balance triathlon! All you have to do is stay standing, and I'll be impressed!
For those of you who didn't make it into last year's Corbo Bash, or for those who're just looking for some fond remembrances, I direct you to
my photo album, where many a happy picture of drunken, sweaty yahoos is said to reside.
ATTENTION: If anyone fucking cockblocks me, I will pitch you out the goddamn window. Believe me when I say this. If you are under 6 feet tall, it'll be off the roof.
I am now accepting applications for Assistant Vice Doorman! Send resumes and experience hugging unfamiliar guys named Gary to
getzburg@getzburg.net