So here's the situation. I'm trying to avoid a maximum number of people while doing

laundry, so I've been doing laundry during the week, but that doesn't really jive with

my normal schedule. So where I'm at now is I'm down to two pairs of underwear, both of

which I purchased in Japan and in Japan, the sizes are different. So these underwear

do not fit. Okay. Oh man, Russ. I am just all over the place. Russ, I think you're

hard up there, but I had no idea. Russ, I hate thinking about where the underwear goes

on you. You know, it basically goes everywhere. I like to imagine that it's not that they're

too small. It's that they're so big that you have built a canopy in which you live now.

Just, you know, to be honest, but yeah, yeah, that's that's the dream is a canopy. Oh,

wait a minute. Russ, I thought that was a popazone chair. No, you get out of there. Well,

when you're under when you're giant underwear, we can see you. My name is Justin Macriroy,

and I know the best game of the week. My name is Griffin Macriroy, and I know the best

game of the week. My name is Josh. I can I know the best game of the week that no one's

ever going to play. Welcome to the besties where we celebrate the latest and greatest and

electronic interactive entertainment. It is a game of the year show that goes all year

around. It is a book club, but for video games, games a year meets King of the Hill. I don't

know who came up with that, but I kind of like it. It's the same year. The Hill is good,

except it is a descriptor of the show we did two years ago. Not this one at all. Yeah,

but it doesn't matter. I don't even know why I say game of the year. I mean, it doesn't

matter. We don't compete. The games don't compete. They do eventually maybe a half of

the house. Imagine if more book clubs operated like this. How nasty it was getting the neighborhood.

The club is better than fried green tomatoes. The club also feels wildly this ingenuous because

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