That one post that you've been looking forward to

It has been a long time since my last post. A very bridged recap:

Magic Tournament with Orion last Saturday. We went 3-4 in the seven rounds we were there, but we utterly owned with Cranial Vortex. Indeed.
History Day was on Tuesday. Boring at times but r0xx0rz overall.
Band contest on Wednesday; we did all right, except that no one can count. Ouch.
And now it's Friday. Here I am at 9:40 at night, typing this shit. I am so tired.

And all I wanted was a Stephen Hawking book... 

The picture says it all. 

Observe the M1 Garand in its PWNing glory. Not an actual screenshot of Davisowning. 

ZFB

All right, so we went over to Zach's on 5 Saturday (David and I went at 4, due to stuff). Alex came at 4:30, and we moved the Xbox 360 and hi-def TV downstairs. Everyone else arrived (Jake, Steven, Orion, Sai). The gaming began! We played Call of Duty 2, and then ate some. We played more Call of Duty. Two things were special about Call of Duty: 1) it's really cool, and 2) I owned that game. I PWNED it. I was owning everyone so bad. We played to 10 kills, no time limit; I'd regularly go on deathless streaks of 7-9. And the best part? Using the Allies' M1 Garand, a weapon that is "so much worse than the Gewehr." Well, guess what, bitches?! OWNED, with the Garand!

Yeah.

So anyways, we saw Harold and Kumar go to White Castle, an uber-hilarious movie. Later, we saw Old School, but Sai went home before that. Zach's parents thought that Alex and Sai did drugs, but now are convinced. There was much trampoline jumping, wrestling, and fighting. Also, we did not go to bed until 4 o'clock because Jake and David were being stupid. Unfortunately, my R0xx0r juice ran out in the morning, and Zach and Alex went on to win Call of Duty.

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EL POSTO

YES WELL NOW I HAVE POSTED ONCE MORE. PRAISE MY GLORY FOR I AM THE ULTIMATE PWNER OF THOSE WHO ARE PWNED. AND AS FOR THE "LEGEND OF ZELDA" PICTURE, YOU ARE ALL IDIOTS. ALSO, IT WAS NOT A PRINT SCREEN IT WAS THROUGH HELLO WHICH AUTOMATICALLY SENDS THE PICTURE TO MY BLOG WITHOUT OPPORTUNITY FOR EDITING. SIMPLY PUT, YOU MUST LOOK MORE CLOSELY TO FIND THE HIDDEN MESSAGES. YOU MUST KILL NOOBS. YOU MUST NOT BE NOOBS. UNDULATE.

Note: The above post contains a riddle, for all you guys who didn't read the last four sentences.