Hello, my name is Lou.
Yeeeaahhh boooyyeeeee.
And welcome to Video Game Sandwich; the kind of food that tastes great whatever alcohol you’re drinking. None of that Red wine? White wine? Bullshit that’s commonly associated with the practice of social etiquette and such, nope, you can drink whatever the fuck you want, friend. It’s your call.
You’ve already met Luke, and his angry Asian boy slave. Well, I’m Lou, and I find myself in no such XBOX, three-red-lights-wtfdoidowithmyself predicament. Although it seems all the more likely the more days that pass that perhaps I will turn that kid on one day and he’ll give me a big red “fuck you I’m going on vacation for two months” greeting. One can only hope that never becomes the case.
Anyway, stay tuned, because we talk about the kind of video game shit that gets the brain dungeon ticking over into extra time. Like two console Einsteins we’ve landed to flood your minds with intricate gaming garbage, and waves of nostalgia. Long live the Sandwich!
p.s. ^ this kid LOVES the sandwich.
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