Christopher Walken, rarely, blogs about himself, in the third person, on his own blog, rarely. But Nintendo has inflamed Christopher Walken’s rage, which would bring out the third person in anyone. Christopher Walken just beat Wii Boxing, and was fully committed to purchasing 200-300 VD games, with the money he just got paid for his 2009 German Expressionism black-and-white rutabaga epic. But lo and behold, Christopher Walken’s refrigerator is full, with channels Christopher Walken will never use. But Christopher Walken, good sir, will not delete and destroy and desecrate the digital downloads he already owns, just because Reggie Fils-Aime has small balls. That’s right, Ass-not-kicking, name-not-taking, thug. Christopher Walken challenges you to stand in front of a mirror, naked, with your small ball sack flopping in the breeze. Now use that big mitt of yours to spank your small balls together. Knock them into each other. Until they grow, three damn sizes. Until the clang they make, when you bang them together, is louder than God’s own thunder. Christopher Walken is Fricking Christopher Fricking Walken, and Wii Boxing sucked, and your Teeney Wiiney is broken. Reggie Fils-Aime, ball up. Or Christopher Walken is going to stop buying casual crap for his grandmother.
