Everything was sweetness and light when we started dating. We were both Mac fanboys (well, I’m a girl but you know what I mean) so there were no heated discussions about whether Mac was better than PC or Tiger beat Vista. So news of a new MacBook just made us purr with delight.
https://gizmodo.com/new-apple-macbook-verdict-no-santa-rosa-260523
Things got a bit hotter when we bought our Wii. Before we knew it, an element of competitiveness had come into our relationship. And when I came home with this little sword-and-shield combo for our console, he wanted it. But I said No.
https://gizmodo.com/wii-combat-pack-supplies-imagination-when-you-dont-have-260517
More War after the jump.
Nothing happened for a week or so, until he appeared with one of these combat helmets for our Wii sessions. After a week of tinkering with it in the garage, he’d modified it for the Wii. He said it was for his own protection, that I was a bad loser. I screamed that I wasn’t and hit him. Hard.
https://gizmodo.com/f-35-helmet-display-system-to-scare-the-bejeezus-out-of-260482
Then before you know it, we’d moved into out-and-out gadget warfare. I bought him a pair of these singing breasticles and told him it was the only pair he’d get his hands on until he let me have the helmet.
https://gizmodo.com/jingle-jugs-the-billy-bigmouth-bass-for-the-perv-gener-260408
And then I came home to find that he’d replaced the kitchen chairs with Jason’s beautifully monikered asswear. And he told everyone that they reminded him of me. Now I remember why I fell in love with him in the first place.
https://gizmodo.com/the-mommys-chair-actual-chairs-like-a-retarded-kid-wou-260381
