| Chest, the only game a man needs to learn

Okay, here is what is rad about that: Your kid is fucked. r00d is right. I mean, both Mike and I learned to play Chess 6 and 5 respectively. We even played against each other competitively at the MB school with the Grandest of Views. And we both turned out great. Oh wait. A weirdo who digs up dead bodies and ashes or a numb nut who thrusts his apparently red, sexy, swollen Georgia O'Keeffe inspired lower lips at other men while inviting them to go to the lobby with him. Plus Bobby Fischer will scare you more. Actually best not to read that. You might just cry. Bummer dude.

In all seriousness though, that is actually quite promising. He is into cool activities that are gateway drugs to nerd life. You may still have a proper gamer on your hands yet.

Disclaimer: By no means is any of the above statements an admission in anyway, shape or form of involvement in any crotch thrusting activity of any sort with relation to stuffed lipped shaped pillows or any other phallic or an otherwise symbolic genital proxy or likeness. Guilt by past activities is by no means proof of the previously mentioned activity occurring other than in the perceptions of the accusers. It could have been anyone of you jArks. What was stated above was only for illustrative purposes and only exists as perceived digressions of myself or others as a result of the theoretical matter regarding Chess and what the game will do to pervert participants, both real and perceived by others.

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