Virtual Guinness? Fuck off.
Posted on | June 12, 2007 | 32 Comments
EirePreneur reports on ‘virtual Guinness’ in Second Life.
Fuck me. Does it have a virtually creamy head? Does it taste virtually delicious? I don’t mind people pretending to be knights or elves or flying avatars or whatever the fuck they’re called, to each their own, but what is the fucking point of virtual booze?
Why stand around pretending to be someone you’re not and having that character drink pixellated stout when you could, you know, actually go out and talk to real people and drink the real thing?
No wonder the world is so fucked up.
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June 12th, 2007 @ 2:51 pm
But I thought you lived in a virtual world twenty
June 12th, 2007 @ 2:57 pm
I dunno… I can understand not wanting to go out and talk to real people…pretendy Guinness though… balls to that
June 12th, 2007 @ 3:10 pm
Wow, you mean… you’re like a real person? Fuck me!
June 12th, 2007 @ 3:12 pm
Er,… not literally of course,.. and not even virtually!
June 12th, 2007 @ 3:15 pm
You’re safe enough, James, don’t worry.
June 12th, 2007 @ 3:15 pm
Ahh but can yeh smoke in the virtual pubs Twenty, can yeh??
June 12th, 2007 @ 3:26 pm
I was in a virtual pub once,I got a bad pint so I never went back!!
June 12th, 2007 @ 3:47 pm
While I was in there, some fucker stole me virtual bike which I’d padlocked to the virtual railings.
June 12th, 2007 @ 3:59 pm
But will it get you virtually locked?
June 12th, 2007 @ 3:59 pm
I bought Simms for the Playstation a few years ago. I’m still convinced its one big practical joke. Why would I want to clean a baby’s arse and put out the bins. It’s bad enough haveing to do that shit for real. I think I might have smashed that game.
J.
June 12th, 2007 @ 4:03 pm
Wham! had a single back in the early Eighties called ‘Last Christmas’ and it charted very, very well for them. I now realise that this has nothing to do with the above
June 12th, 2007 @ 4:18 pm
Wham !! jaysus that takes me back, how did that song go again, George Michael: Last Christmas I give you me arse… or words to that affect.
June 12th, 2007 @ 4:22 pm
Is a wet dream virtual sex?
June 12th, 2007 @ 4:23 pm
Second Life is the single most pointless thing I have ever encountered. I actually feel angry thinking about the 10 minutes or so I took me to download and set-up.
And the minute it took me to realise how utterly pointless it is.
June 12th, 2007 @ 4:56 pm
No Pot, a wet dream in not virtual sex. To have virtual sex you have to be awake and parked in front of a device that fills the brains eroginous lobes full of electronic sexual shit. It’s meant for people with no imagination. Normal guys fantasize about the hot girl next door and jerk off. It’s more natural.
June 12th, 2007 @ 5:03 pm
“Would you like regular, cold or virtual Guinness?”
“What’s the difference ?”
“Oh, they’re the same really like, you know. I think one might be supposed to be colder and the other one is just you know, virtual”
“Oh, if that’s the case sure I’ll just have whatever is handiest for you”
June 12th, 2007 @ 5:26 pm
On the upside, the virtual stuff would cut down on the amount of incidents of pooing molten lava
June 12th, 2007 @ 5:28 pm
And your shite might turn brown
June 12th, 2007 @ 5:32 pm
a wet dream is real sex
June 12th, 2007 @ 5:33 pm
I went out last night for a few pints of the real stuff and ened up busting a rib when I fell during a race up West street. Evidently my legs were that much drunker than the rest of me and refused to cooperate. Sprawled myself neatly at the feet of some gorgeous Polish birds. Spent all day today at A&E with a vicious thug of a hangover to get me chest x-rayed.
Fucking marvelous night it was. Wouldn’t get that with the virtual stuff.
June 12th, 2007 @ 5:48 pm
It’s the virtual hangover you have to look out for and virtual dry wretching the scent of a spice burger after a hard night on the keyboard.
June 12th, 2007 @ 9:30 pm
That’s simply evil. There’s no other way to describe it.
The whole “Second Life” thing gives me the willies. It’s bad enough that I spend too much time blogging, but to claim to have a life on the interweb would be too much.
June 12th, 2007 @ 9:36 pm
jesus fucken christ-
you aint half posting some shite these days Twenty.
June 12th, 2007 @ 9:43 pm
Yeah I blame the poxy assed middle class wankers with more cash than fucking brains… the twats need stringing up so they do
June 12th, 2007 @ 10:09 pm
What the fuck do you mean ‘these days’?
June 12th, 2007 @ 11:04 pm
I wonder if the virtual pint is pulled by a virtual Polish barman and does he get virtual tips. mmmmmmmmmmm
June 13th, 2007 @ 2:28 am
Back in the old old days when a 2400-baud modem was cutting-edge, there were text-only versions of virtual bars. They were just as shite.
June 13th, 2007 @ 5:11 am
Why stand around pretending to be someone you’re not and having that character drink pixellated stout when you could, you know, actually go out and talk to real people and drink the real thing?
It’s so that sad-fuck, tedious bloody teetotallers can go to a virtual pub and pretend to be one of the lads, without everyone else realising that they are actually cunts.
DK
June 13th, 2007 @ 6:12 am
Virtual Guinness has a perfect embossed green shamrock , virtual Jameson should’nt harm you, but to be sure , order your virtual body wuth an extra liver to be virtually on the safe side.
June 13th, 2007 @ 9:48 am
Can you refuse a badly pulled virtual Guinness? It’s so bad these days that my friend was asked by a recruiter/head hunter if he had a second life account, so they could talk about the options. What’s next? we get payed by our employers in virtual money? Fuck off…
June 13th, 2007 @ 3:39 pm
It’ll make a change from the kind of virtual creamy head most male internet users are used to, then. Or can you get them in Second Life too?
July 2nd, 2007 @ 7:08 pm
Sounds virtually shite