Code Gargantus

Man, I was at this bbq this weekend and there happened to be a foosball table in the living room. So I mentioned casually that I really enjoy an envigorating game of foos every now and then... Of course a couple guys immediately sensed a threat to their manhood and said that they dominate on the table, blah blah... (leave your game on the table, sucka) Well, I won't brag or anything, let's just say that most people around here are spinning, hit-it-hard goobers who didn't know how to finesse a table. Hot damn, it was good to hear that chunk-THWACK of a sweet goalie shot.

We I tell this story to say that any cafe borne must have a table in our office or in the back or something. Must.