tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post7690388036633121050..comments2026-07-19T01:59:33.952-07:00Goblin Smithyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06988847269710312122noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-6328418719755120542008-10-22T20:33:00.000-07:002008-10-22T20:33:00.000-07:00And all hail the morals of friendship.<BR/><BR/>And Dave's dad.<BR/><BR/>And payback.J. Scarperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13344318407142117728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-69082539271668637552008-10-17T05:15:00.000-07:002008-10-17T05:15:00.000-07:00Gawd, I love this blog. Just caught up on the past couple months, since I can't surf at work anymore. Freakin' hilarious!Pawkeshuphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05639407034382602864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-58354145112747547962008-10-16T16:15:00.000-07:002008-10-16T16:15:00.000-07:00i would have sold his ass out so fast...does GM Dave actually have morals?Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14725853496128570573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-24256370707498977142008-10-16T15:20:00.000-07:002008-10-16T15:20:00.000-07:00Bufuman:<BR/><BR/>Did you ever try the ending where you fought at the beginning of the game during the fair? I never could get that one to die. Hard as hell but oh man what a fun game.Leuthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14031285497047212882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-19018021073813072422008-10-16T06:53:00.000-07:002008-10-16T06:53:00.000-07:00One of my summers was spent playing Chrono Trigger all night, then sleeping until noon, and starting up Chrono Trigger again. Fun, fun, fun times. God, I love Chrono Trigger.<BR/>*can't wait for the DS re-release next month*Bufumanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17469148587840239610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-24153516357235597892008-10-16T00:27:00.000-07:002008-10-16T00:27:00.000-07:00I also had a "friend" that was ike that... excpt 10 times worse, not even going to go into details due to the disgustingness of it all.<BR/><BR/>I'm just wondering if soon after Ian is when you decided to start saying:<BR/><BR/>"Stop right there! Wherever there is an argument, I will be there. Handing down commands from on high. It's not necessary to understand my logic, only your total obedience is required"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-70119161446632784572008-10-16T00:26:00.000-07:002008-10-16T00:26:00.000-07:00I need to know, who shot Ian? Was it you, your dad, or your neighbor?Kennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02328376888081378486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-19099868530899311142008-10-15T22:14:00.000-07:002008-10-15T22:14:00.000-07:00Yeah My friend and I used to have Sprite and Girl fight all the time. It would usually happen by one of them would be poisoned, and we would give them voices and be like "Screw you bitch, time to die".<BR/><BR/>God, we were soo bored back then sometimesAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06931292968333668225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-6291857617220390152008-10-15T21:27:00.000-07:002008-10-15T21:27:00.000-07:00First post ever on your blog GMDave. Just had to say, your stories sound remarkably familiar to some of mine, only thing is, is I think me and my best friend were both "Ians", complete with shooting out car window stories. <BR/><BR/>To Will: Secret of Mana and loads of laughter always ensued after playing it with my buddy. He'd always insert goofy voices for Sprite and Girl(we left them named that), even make up stuff they'd say. Can't count how many funny looks we got from our parents while playing that gameAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-85190045540924153092008-10-15T20:42:00.000-07:002008-10-15T20:42:00.000-07:00I used to stay up late with a friend and play Secret of Mana until who knows when. Then we would just sit on the coach and laugh at the most random ass things. His mom used to think that we were brain dead or retarded. God do I love those memoriesAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06931292968333668225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-86480491936170818142008-10-15T20:38:00.000-07:002008-10-15T20:38:00.000-07:00At Aen:<BR/><BR/>I wonder how childhood "mamories" work....Dyamaloshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04556787611661967289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-61424654793440597702008-10-15T20:24:00.000-07:002008-10-15T20:24:00.000-07:00Sharp dad.Wei Loon Tehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01479881041106205686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-79174786639994568752008-10-15T20:01:00.000-07:002008-10-15T20:01:00.000-07:00Gasp! Video games do cause copy-cat violence. Maybe that explains why I desire to eat ghosts.LD Joshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15638452496410657932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-18291713294644147552008-10-15T19:05:00.000-07:002008-10-15T19:05:00.000-07:00Your dad is an Ian!Kahshahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05458745613034173220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25324432.post-72504247758662427352008-10-15T18:51:00.000-07:002008-10-15T18:51:00.000-07:00Contra III? I would not have paused, either.<BR/><BR/>Dave, your childhood mamories are eerily similar to mine. My brother also, after a few hours of MarioKart and Madden, grabbed a pellet gun and shot out the windows of our neighbor's BMW.<BR/><BR/>Dad made him sell all his stuff to pay for it.<BR/><BR/>I laughed until I was blue in the face.Aenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17949185178511675701noreply@blogger.com