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Borgeau: I'm 32 and I love computer games. I have no need for physical sexual intercourse with humans.

fahn "2 dans" patrick: i'm 24 years old and i've only ever had it with an alien in mass effect

*shifts your cultural paradigm*

I just want to play computer games

I just want to play computer games.

If you are playing Borderlands with us

make sure we know your GameSpy id. That's the only way we can play co-op. You can leave your id's in the comments, or edit this post with your's, or leave it on our Steam group page.

me = borgeau_nanier
dolder = ddolderer
sean = ocommodityo


edit:

If you can't find "WillowEngine.ini" then look for BaseEngine.ini

Want to disable the in-game automatic voice chat, so you can use Vent?
To disable voice chat:
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Within BaseEngine.ini:
Search for "bHasVoiceEnabled" and you should come across the following line:
bHasVoiceEnabled=True
Change to FALSE.

Want to disable the intro movies?
To disable the startup movies:
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Within WillowEngine.ini:

Find:
[FullScreenMovie]
StartupMovies=2K_logo
StartupMovies=Gearbox_logo
StartupMovies=NVidia
StartupMovies=Loading
SkippableMovies=2K_logo
SkippableMovies=Gearbox_logo
SkippableMovies=Attract
SkippableMovies=NVidia

and comment out lines like so:

[FullScreenMovie]
//StartupMovies=2K_logo
//StartupMovies=Gearbox_logo
//StartupMovies=NVidia
//StartupMovies=Loading
//SkippableMovies=2K_logo
//SkippableMovies=Gearbox_logo
//SkippableMovies=Attract
//SkippableMovies=NVidia

If that doesn't work, replace the // with ;

a day in the life of fahn_patrick

Today, I woke up to hear my little sister screaming her head off. I guess she was super-excited, because it was Friday and she was having a sleep-over that night. Super-glad that I wasn't going to be around.

I went downstairs and my sister was riding the damn cat. Took me like seven minutes to explain that she isn't supposed to be sitting on the household pets. Went into the kitchen and helped dad make everyone breakfast. Ate, cleaned up and then got ready for class. My first class on Fridays was at 11am (haha lol I like to sleep in :P)
Picked up my boy Chad (we're in the same frat) on the way to class. He had Bowling (PE213) at the same time I had Math 111 (hope I pass this quarter haha lol). We stopped at the 7/11 to grab some fucking Red Bulls.

When we walked out of the store this wannabe gangsta kid started talkin' shit (fuckin dumass).
I told him that he better back the fuck up or I would mash him. He quickly realized the smart move was to run away at warp-2.

I found out that my girl was having a party that night, so after my shift at Spencer's Gifts I cruised over there. Sniffed some Tylenol and pounded 400 Coors Lights.

My Girl (red skirt) and her friends.

After the party I pretty much blacked out. I was told that I got in a fight with an entire city and kicked all the ass.

Ethics of Testosteroni Time

I go to school here, at scripps college. It is a prestigious journalism school.

Some times, I take classes there. To learn things. This year I took one class. It was called media ethics. This is my classroom.

In this class we learn about things that are ethical. Sometimes my professor shows us things that are not ethical. It is so we can work in the mediums. It is for super smart seniors like me.

These are ethics. We have ethics out of the ass.

Today in class, there was a girl who sits with her fiance. She must read. Apparently today she read something that she did not like. Without prompt, she decided to tell to the class how unhappy she was with the articles ethics. Or its unethics rather.

She was squawking like a bird does.


She did not know the femail journalist who wrote the article was sitting right behind her until everyone laughed at her.

She explained she was just doing news, like this:



The first girl, squawky mouth, was embarassed. She tried to hide this by talking and talking more.

The journalists grew tired of her.

One journalist was brave and stood up for the rest of the journalists.

He told bird face to be quiet and write a letter. He said stop picking on journalists

This is him.

Crow mouth's fiance was not happy about this. He is kind of brown like galactus, only I don't think this guy has blown anything up lately, so they let him stay in the country.


He was so cool and tough that he probably has tribal armbands.


In retrospekt, he was so cool and tough that he probably wasn't brown like galactus. He probably has a tanning bed. All republicans have tanning beds.


He told the brave journalist to shut up. Then the brave journalist said he wasn't talking to him. Then the flying animals fiance said he should watch his mouth. Then the brave journalist said "I'm right here, buddy."

Things got ugly really fast.


Geez guys, in a class for studying ethics, these guys don't know the ethicals.


Why can't smart college kids just all get along?