the adventures of porting fandango

[karsten]

so fandango has an alt named micha, whom i mistook for one of the old school vztz guys, so I was like "yeah i'll port you, where you at?"

so, being the helpful gentleman that fandango is, he told me:

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i was a bit confused. (told you guys I was paraphrasing the ";;;".) luckily, he dispelled my idea that this was my cool guy buddy from vztz:

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so i was like eh well since I already said i'd do it, i'll do it!

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fandango was understandably upset -- if I had downs and someone called me a retard i'd be mad too!

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so, i talked to him for a while and i still couldn't understand what he was saying! I was at a loss for words. It seemed like his mind was like, you know, working in theory, but slowly getting blended out? like, from one corner of the brain, sort of like how you'll put a fork in spaghetti and you'll only have one noodle, but if you keep twirling you'll eventually have the whole bowl on your fork?

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he explained what he was talking about. Finally, I understood: spaghetti.

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I didn't know what to say at this point. Like, how do you have a conversation with a pillow? I figured being direct was the best and most respectful approach:

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he got that I was upset. fair enough. I had already ported him at this point so he decided to go for the fucking juggular:

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unfortunately, i remained mostly confused.

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well, that's my cautionary tale. There aren't any *** in a dick tree in this story, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless.