So unfair! I am the reigning Guitar Hero Champ in our house when Hubby and I play, but due to my sickness I am not up to par.
So tonight, Hubby won. But, under false pretenses. I am challenging him when I get better. You hear that, HUBBY? I challenge you to a real duel. Mr-I-play-on-easy-all-the-time-EASY! You scared?
Hubby: I ROCK, I am the guitar hero CHAMP! Wanna kiss a REAL rocker, baby?
Hubby (mock British): Oh, come on baby….I am a guitar hero champ.
Dear Guitar Hero,
I love you. You are a very fun game and I think I am addicted to your colorful notes. I see them everywhere! I see color notes everytime I listen to any song on the radio. I see the color notes in my sleep. I see color notes all around me. I cannot get your songs out of my head and I love Midori and her green legwarmer socks and purple hair. I really feel that I AM Midori the Rocker!
P.S. Can you please cause my sister’s fingers to fall off, so she can stop being better than me?
A faithful fan
I guess this is what happens when you play for 5 hours straight.