If I give tongue of men or angels, but do not have game, I am only a resounding dong or a banging nympho. If I have the gift of bling and can fathom all punanis and all tsunamis, but do not have game, I am yolo for the coco. If I give all I possess to the slore and give over my body to teh bunglolzhex that I may boast, but do not have game, I am in a world of shit. Game is playful, game is mastery. For we mash in parts and we fuuuuggle in parts, but when the thundarrcockas comes, the fiat-debt simpclucks will pass away. So now these three abide: teasing, touching and telling. But the greatest of these is game. –– tribute to GBFM & Heartiste
