Remember the days of the caveman? How the men would just pick any woman they wanted, club her over the head, and drag her back to his cave to have his way with her? I miss those days. I can't remember when was the last time a man clubbed me over the head and dragged me to his cave to have his way with me. I don't know, maybe I'm just old fashioned. Or prehistoric.

So, decided to spend the weekend at the Mall of the Emirates. You'd think that the people who built the Mall of the Emirates would have the Parking Lot of the Emirates to go with it. Anyway, I had a great time there with a good friend of mine, and enjoyed a wonderful meal at Sezzam (note to self: "Lasagne of the Day" doesn't always mean it's going to be made out of meat). Afterwards the inner child within us was screaming to go to Magic Planet (my inner child was screaming from the lasagne) so we headed off there and promptly blew 55 bucks on playing The House of the Dead III. That wasn't the shocking part actually. There was some local woman playing the same game on another machine, and the frightening thing was she was so good! I'm telling you all, there's nothing better to release years of pent up frustration than blowing off a zombie's testicles.

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