The concrete floor in my basement caught my headset for the umpteenth time yesterday. Now my mic doesn't work. $ is no where to be found right now (wife and I agreed to no presents for each other this Xmas) so I won't be getting a new mic anytime soon. Sorry guys. I'll still jump on Vent to hear the intellectually stimulating conversations about so and so's sex life and the other guy's lack of skilz, though.
Plus, it's fun typing junior hi messages to Bell after he knifes me.
Plus, it's fun typing junior hi messages to Bell after he knifes me.