Okay, it's not that much of an amazing thing that a girl would play video games, but how about a girl who doesn't spend her time playing cheap casual crap? What would she think? Would she be good? Would she be my girlfriend? Probably not, but let's stick to gaming.

 So I'm going to interview a girl I know in real life, and we've known each other for a while, so this should be a breeze… (Note: The following is a complete work of fiction. Maybe.)


Alright, so what's your name?

Why? Did you forget it again?

Umm… No. This is an interview. You usually start off with asking what people's name's are.

Interview? What the fuck are you talking about?

I'm doing an interview about a girl that plays video games.

Oh, so you couldn't get your little sluts to help?

Just say your name already…

Fine. If this is an interview shouldn't I be getting paid, though?

Nope. I think you got enough payment when you slept with my best friend.

I sure did. Better than any of your "payment".

Let's just work on the interview, yeah?

Oh, of course, there you go avoiding confrontation.

So what games do you play?

What kind of games do YOU play?

What's your favorite game?

The one's I played with Zack. You know, your best friend.

Not my best friend anymore… Do you play any games online?

You mean like cybering? Ew, no.

No, I mean video games. Fucking video games.

What, you mean we're still doing that interview thing? God, that's a pretty dumb idea for an interview. But you've always had dumb ideas, so no surprise.

And you've always had open legs. You like to play Call of Duty 5, right? Tell us about that.

Well, I fucking owned you last time we played that. God, you really suck at it. What was the score again? Like, I had 26 kills and you had… Oh, NONE! That was about the time you freaked out and threw the controller at the TV. You're a fucking spazz.

Uhh… Play any racing games?

Nope. But you do, right? Cause you're pretty quick sometimes.

Alright, fuck you, ok? All I wanted was to have a fucking interview but no, you can't even let me have that much shit, can you? Well of course not, coming from the bitch who won't even give me back my god damn bike that I'm pretty sure you rode to Zack's house the moment I let you fucking borrow it. And I'm pretty surprised I was so quick beca-



And that's about all I got out before she punched me in the face. So what have I learned?

1: Never do an interview with someone you know. Especially someone you've slept with.

2: Your nose can be in fact moved over to your cheek.

3: Never tell off a girl who's been in the MMA.