I went through a phase where anytime someone called me up to hang out, I'd quote Coolio and say "How we gonna get there? We ain't got no car, fool!" But that ended after both of my friends stopped calling me.
So if progress is to be believed, blowing up asteroids or getting a frog across a busy stretch of road is a poorer, less mature video gaming experience than chasing a virtual Tom Arnold around the Playboy Mansion.
Some songs written by two people don't come from the combined efforts of those two people. They come from elves, who write the songs while they wait for the Fudge Stripes to finish baking.
