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miz1q2w3e said:
d21lewis said:

No idea. I like to think that Mario is my real father.  One day, he'll knock at my door and say, "Son, I'm sorry I left you.  I just want you to know.......I'm proud of you.  Now let's go save the Princess.....TOGETHER!"  And when that happens, I'm outta here, losers!

My kid--I spent hours playing Gamecube and PS2 with her in my lap since she was a few days old. She's stand in front of the TV while I played Space Channel 5 or flap her arms like crazy when I pulled the squids tentacles in Super Mario Sunshine. By the time we double teamed Super Mario Galaxy, she was a pro. 10 year old and a master of Resident Evil 5, Red Dead Redemption, Little Big Planet, and dozens of other games. She makes this old man proud!

"Hello? Child protective services?..."

When the zombie apocalypse happens, you'll wish more parents had trained their kids!