How Wii Rock Band leads to rehab

I've been told I've become a blog slacker. Shit.

It's just sometimes, real life gets in the way of blog life. It sucks, because honestly, I like blog life better most of the time. Blog life can be summed up in a few paragraphs with a cutesy little picture and a witty response. Real life, well...not so much.

*sigh*

So let's finish off these sonofabitching Christmas posts and call it a day. Or a week. Whatever.

Luckily, I can pretty much sum up my entire Christmas experience with one picture.


There you go, kiddos, that was approximately 98% of my Christmas, in some form or another. Either I was watching it, or playing it, or listening to it, or trying to throw it away without anybody noticing, or threatening to kill one and/or all the boys in my house if they didn't turn it down, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, TURN THE DAMN ROCK BAND DOWN!

The good news? My kids are learning an appreciation for classics like 'Aqualung' and 'Carry On My Wayward Son'.

The bad news? I suck. But at least Rock Band is nice enough to let me know that I suck.

Now The Hormone King is convinced that he needs a drum set so he can become a rock star and make millions of dollars, snort lines of cocaine off hookers' asses and end up on Celebrity Rehab at the age of 14.

Curse you, Wii Rock Band 2. You're paying for the sober living house.

2 people used their Big Boy words to communicate:

Anonymous said...

Wii will, Wii will Rock you.

I had a similar Christmas, the only difference is...
I LOVE IT!! And I actually think I would be an amazing bass player. Shhh. don't crush my rockstar dreams.

And... Cori actually told me the other day that Chris came home from a meeting, she asked him about it and he said "I can't talk about it yet.... I need to play rockband." Then after banging around on the drums for a few songs, he was ready to share.

See... it can be therapy too, and its a one-time fee... If only Marty were as affordable : )

Preserving Property said...

Hooker's asses!!! Oh Shan, you're the best! :)

Jan. 31st, our place...GSP: be there! (putting in my request early).