Who among my reader loves them some Xbox? It's OK, I still love you. Poor Max had to leave behind a bunch of his treasured toys when he left for Dublin, and there's a box full of delicious Xbox booty under my bed. But not for long....
Obviously there is some poetic justice involved. I'm hardly in my mid-twenties at this point. And I rarely drink tequila.
If anyone wants to drive their girlfriend to babbling, drooling insanity or rage-induced homicide, this auction is for you! Save me from having to explain to Max why I dumped his beloved Xbox-y things in the Foster City Lagoon.
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