Even though I (mostly) like playing board games I should let you know that I’m not a good looser. Every time somebody throws a wrench into my plans, like killing off one of my characters in Gloom, I have a little two-year-old inside my head who goes “WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!” and whose anger is only kept in check by my Über-ich, which prevents me from throwing a major fit and ripping your eyeballs out.
I just thought you ought to know that.
UPDATE: George Carlin thinks I’m right:
Sore Loser? You bet your fuckin’ ass! What on earth is wrong with being a sore loser? It shows that you cared about whatever the contest was in the first place. Fuck losing graciously–that’s for chumps. And losers, by the way.