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Dee Yun: (contact-deleteme[at]-deleteme-direman [dot] com) 2005-11-25 05:12:27
I was playing World of Warcraft - "Capture the Flag" in Warsong Gulch with my guildmate Knobgoblin. One of our teammates was a night elf rogue named Pallando. He kept talking smack about what an elite commando he was, so we babysitted our flag while he conducted sorties into the enemy base. To his credit, we scored the first two points (best of five). Unfortunately, several of our teammates had to drop out for various reasons (connection problems, dinner, etc.) and the Horde dropped 3 consecutive flag captures on us.
He immediately began to heap abuse on us, despite the fact that we were severely outnumbered, rendering the outcome a foregone conclusion. He questioned our worth as human beings, our sexual orientation, our mothers' sexual histories, and then started ranting about how he was going to switch to his Horde character and destroy us.
We took the moral high road by jumping up and down and calling him, "Weiner Weiner!" Pallando was the first hardcore prick we met playing WoW, so we now use his name as a synonym for penis. For example, "Don't be such a pallando," or "Doctor, I'm having a painful discharge from my pallando." (For the sake of fairness, however, he wasn't the annoying panhandler depicted by the Pallando in today's strip. I was just rolling two pet peeves into the one character.)
Seriously parents, these are your children. Don't let them grow up to be pallandos.