Jul 10, 2010
I got a massage today. It was amazing. Whenever I get a massage, the rest of my day is kick ass. I feel good. I'm happy. You can't wipe the smile off my face. On any other day, shit typically doesn't go my way. But on massage day...I am king.

Today I decided to hook up this bad boy...


so that I could play this game...


and have as much fun as these people...


The only problem was I could not for the life of me find a R/F switch to hook the glorious contraption up. I decided to press my luck and head out to the garage. In my garage, I have two Rubbermaid tubs that contain every conceivable cord ever invented. I opened the garage door and went in. As I approached the two tubs, I said to myself,

I've got every fucking conceivable cord ever invented in these tubs, there has got to be an R/F switch in here somewhere.

I stuck out my meat paw - bobbing for apples styles - and rummaged through the bins. I grasped something that felt like a cord and pulled it from the massive pile of entangled cords. And I'll be god damned. The first thing I pulled out was this:


I literally hoisted the original NES R/F switch up in the air with one arm and held my head back and started laughing.

Yippee-ki-yay motherfuckers!

Now I just need to find an A/C adapter, which the tubs did not contain. This is a tub of cords, after all, not A/C adapters.