"NONE OF THE ITEMS IN THIS LOT ARE NI WORKING CONDITION!"

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We got through quite a few game controllers during our formative, more aggressive years, when every failure to complete a “level” was accompanied by a frustrated whimper, sometimes even a self-inflicted dead leg, and the controller, or the “stick of joy” as they used to be known, flying through the air from the frustration of having some 8-bit brain defeating us time and time again.

But we knew the value of things. The controller would fly through the air towards the sofa or the pillow. That’s the difference. Kids today know they can have another one tomorrow and won’t be told they have to wait until Christmas. So they can throw them at the brick work. Nasty little shits.

But 26?

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  • Feral Techie
    May 24, 2012 - 12:20 pm | Permalink

    Replace old guts with new smaller guts, fill empty space with pota[CENSORED]de, wait for spawn-of-satan to throw at wall, gather up spawn bits, sell for dogmeat. Problem solved.

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