People Swapping PS3s for Wiis? 328
An anonymous reader writes "To add to Sony's problems with the PS3 launch, it now appears that some Playstation 3 owners are trying to trade their PS3s for Wiis. The author writes: 'There's also speculation that people want the Wii because the PS3s best game is Resistance: Fall of Man. This, of course, forget that there are plenty of cool PS3 games on the way, and the PS3 has its own motion sensing technology, which, while not as good as the Wii, is still pretty cool and opens up Sony to emulate some of the Wii's successes.'"
I'd trade in too (Score:5, Funny)
I think my GFs parents were going to give us a PS3 (Score:5, Funny)
An interesting story for my fellow dotters on a Christmas night...potentially offtopic, but probably not...
So I'm over my girlfriend's parents' house this evening for Christmas dinner. First Christmas for the both of us together, though I've been to the parents' house several times before, a nice yet cozy 3/1.5 built in the 1950s. We were getting ready to sit down for dinner, with the presents to be exchanged after dessert.
So we're in the living room making the normal chit-chat about work and family and presents, yada yada yada. And then it hits me. That "you know what it means when it happens" cramp in your colon. And then a bubble or two. I'm percolating. A cold sweat comes over me. And then your intestines tell your brain in no uncertain terms: things will be exiting soon, at a very rapid pace.
So I excuse myself from the conversation, sweat already forming on my brow, and I make my way to the back bedroom to purge this unrelenting force from my bowels. But oh my God...my GF's father is in the back bathroom. The only other bathroom is a small bath located directly off of the living room itself. Oh no, that would never do. But alas, the percolation continues and my colon is screaming for purging. This will wait no longer.
So I return to the living room, no time for chit chat, though everyone there can sense that something is not quite right by the sweat pouring down my forehead and the singular purpose on my face. I plow my way into the guest bathroom and barely have time to sit on the toilet before the full force of a major colon blow bellows forth from my rectum. The sound virtually echoes in the small half bath and then the purging continues unabated, half diarrhea half flatulence over and over, shit splashing up on my backside. This process continues for a good 5 minutes before the wave is over. And now I sit there, brown liquid dripping off my anus, dripping off the sides and lid of the toilet.
And I ponder how I will exit the bathroom.
Do I pretend nothing happened. Do I play the sympathy angle? Play the "I'm sick sweetheart" angle? I decide to just play it off and pretend nothing happened. Perhaps they hadn't heard anything. Maybe it was all in my mind how noisy and guttural the sounds were.
So I flush, do my best to tidy up the bowl with the tiny little toilet brush they had next to the toilet. Wash, and exit.
And I exit to the horrified wide-eyed look of everyone in the living room. Yes, Virginia, it was really that loud apparently. GF's mom asks me if I'm ok. I play it off like, why yes, I'm fine, why? And then it hits. Like a brown fog descending on the valley, the odor from the bathroom washes over us like a wave from hell. I had turned the entire living room into a dutch oven. Oh my god.
So I did the only thing I could come up with quickly and motioned to the GF that we had to leave. And we made our quick apologies and made our way to the exit, while her mom noticeably gagged on the stench that had blown out of my asshole. And on our way out -- which the GF's mom by the way didn't object to at all (she was likely in a state of shock over what she had witnessed) -- the GF's dad comes out from the back bedroom and the stench hits him like a baseball bat to the face. The expression on his face was priceless, you'd think he had just walked into a room filled with mustard gas.
At that point, we quickly departed leaving behind a half dozen victims of my gastric evacuation. Merry fucking Christmas, LOL.
At first the GF was mad, but after we started laughing about it (and about a few of the "victims" whom we both can't stand) all was forgiven. I can't imagine eating Christmas dinner in that house, with it wreaking of shit and bowel blowback.
How is this news? (Score:4, Funny)
Imagine that... (Score:4, Funny)
Re:I wish I didn't, but I did... (Score:0, Funny)
Re:I think my GFs parents were going to give us a (Score:5, Funny)
And yes, we will be giving you a PS3. And a Wii and a 360 after tonight. Just LEAVE ALONE MY DAUGHTER.
Re:That's what I did (Score:3, Funny)
Is friendship worth anything to you, though?
Re:To be fair (Score:5, Funny)
Re:Personal Experience (Score:3, Funny)
Correct me if I'm wrong (Score:5, Funny)
Re:To be fair (Score:4, Funny)
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