Second Life and 40ozs to Freedom

This post is going to be a split one - mostly because I did not update yesterday but also because the first half of this one will be contemplative and the second half will be funny. I swear.

Does Sublime make anyone else really happy with the warm fuzzies. Anytime I hear Sublime it reminds me of every late night backyard summer party Eric and I have ever closed out. It reminds me of fireworks and driving around with the sunroof open. Maybe it's just me. Plus I never tire of the song Badfish. I could listen to that all night.

Enough already Enna! Get to the funnies!

So I was talking to my friend Dave the other day. Dave is a librarian for his school in real life as well as in Second Life. He didn't exactly buy the game and decide to be a librarian in that as well - he isn't that much of a book dork - his library has it as a service in Second Life.

Dave told me about his latest encounter with a she-male in Second Life. The She-Male Monstrosity came into the virtual library, continually put his/her crotch in Dave's face, and asked if it would be funny if he burned the library down.

Then the Shemale rubbed his/her hands through Dave's hair and asked if he wanted to have some sex (how this works - don't ask me. I have no idea. I can't get my Sims to use the toilet or the treadmill, let alone have sex with each other in a library.) Dave politely decline, and might I add, kept his Second Life voice down, as he was in a Library and all, and the Shemale set off a "bomb" of little Marios (from Super Mario Bros. Don't act like you didn't play the shit out of that game too. I know you did.)

This has to be the best rejection story I have ever heard. I wish in the real world when I rejected perverts they would explode in a confetti of little tiny Marios. Actually, no, that would probably scare the behooey out of me. And then we all know what would happen.

I would pee.

Now excuse me, I need to go set up a Second Life account so I can go mess with Dave's card catalog. And when I say mess, I think we all know what I mean.

I will pee on it.