There is no doubt the Manti Teo fiasco has struck some sort of chord with most of us. Regardless of where you stand with the issue (no way he wasn’t in on it), the story is straight bonkers. It got me thinking though, there is no way I am not being catfished right meow. This is not your standard facebook creep fest, but a Xbox Live love affair.
After another dominating performance on Live, I received a voice message from a complete stranger praising my game and inviting me to join his clan. Yeah I have got talent, see you soon Nick Cannon. Chances are it was probably just another hard body looking to game with a chill guy, but I couldn’t get Teo out of my head.
All I could think was that some 40s something bachelor, who on average eats 2.6 hot pockets a day and has 8 cats, was slowly trying to become my best friend via the interweb. (All 8 of his cats were rescued and he would open with how great he was for rescuing them because he is pretentious / an asshole.) Look, I get it. I am hilarious, charming, and as modest as a Mormon, but thanks to the big weirdo creep Nev and Manti Teo I’ll never give gamertag TgodNelson a chance. For shame.
Side Note: I get why my mom parental controlled the shit out of me on AIM growing up, lots of weirdos out there. I almost feel bad fro figuring out her password and changing my settings so I could chat it up with “20 year old lesbians” who definitely weren’t 50 year old dudes.
– Tommy Westside