During our broke college years, we'd occasionally fill a Styrofoam cooler with beer, carry it into the living room, and pop in a Playstation 2 fishing video game. We lived in a town with plenty of fishable lakes, but sometimes fishing license and legality surrounding beer in public parks keeps you from truly enjoying the mediocre city outdoors. And we had everything we needed for an adventure right at home. The only real downside was that sometimes the fishing videos games would be so wildly intolerable that we'd have to take the rental game back and get a new one. Corporate policy meant you could only return the game and get a different one if it didn't play, so my old roommate would twist them around in the dirt for awhile before we headed back to the store. I felt a little bad about the waste, but the truth is that we were doing everyone a favor by scratching up those terrible dull video games.
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