Faith No More
, one of my sisters favourite bands. I'm overjoyed to find she doesn't feel like it, considering it is still lashing down with rain in July. This calls for a celebration, so I kill hundreds of cowboys on the X-box for a quite frankly unhealthy amount of hours. I don't know about you, but putting a bullet into the back of a horse thief from 30 yards really does take your mind off failing to pick up girls in the real world. I'm concerned I'm on a slippery slope to genocide.