We can’t be friends if you don’t enjoy a serious, heated, sweaty game of Wii Tennis.
T’was Summer of ‘09, night of Thanh’s drunk ass and house of emotions.
I was in Peter’s room where the greatest match was held.. Wiimbledon.
Mark and I was playing Wii for like an hour or so. I really don’t know how Mark got there.
I remember pokemon cards!
