>MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS AND PLAYING COUNTER-STRIKE ON MY ALIENWARE RIG
>MUM STARTS YELLING FROM UPSTAIRS
>"TURN UP THE MIC VOLUME, YOU FUCKING N00B"
>"JOHNATHAN! THE COMPUTER'S NOT WORKING! ZERO LIKES!"
>GO UPSTAIRS, FIND THAT THERE IS TACO SAUCE OF TORMENT ON THE MONITOR, TOSTADAS OF TRIUMPH ON THE KEYBOARD, TORTILLAS OF TENACITY IN THE OPTICAL DRIVE, SALSA OF SUPREMACY IN THE HEATSINK, GUACAMOLE OF GRANDIOSITY ON THE SOUTHBRIDGE, BURRITOS OF BRAVENESS IN THE CASE FAN, BEANS OF BRAVADO COOKING ON THE FATAL1TY EDITION FERMI, AND TACOS OF TACTICS IN THE PSU
>FUCK IT, I'LL BUY HER ANOTHER MAC STORE
