When Wii Boxing with your spouse, it will be less disturbing if you use the Mii icons that DON’T look like you. Because I just got KO’d, and I’m more annoyed than I should be.
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it might also have something to do with you being an overly competitive person… just sayin’
My husband’s Mii cracks me up every time–the kids did them for us.
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Just so you know, my Mii does not look like me. Laura made me a Mii that looks like Adam Lambert. Because of that? In my Last Will & Testament? Laura is getting my entire estate.
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good to know for future reference
You just made me LOL!
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You could try a piece of bloody chipped tooth in his virtual face while going “WHA WHA!!”
Maybe throw a “Suckah!” on there.
Fa Sho.
*robotdancers reinvented. No more RD. It’s all about nibblin’ the nails now.
I meant you should spit the bloody tooth.
Geez. I WILL learn to type!
We love the Wii Boxing. It’s very… um… therapeutic. “Mama said knock you out!”
This reminded me of playing some shoot-‘em-up video game with a normally very loving/doting/caring boyfriend who repeatedly blasted my character’s head off. Man, it made me so angry. I think I’ll steer clear of the Wii Boxing.