The first time I met ElGato, he changed my life. I was having a really bad day, down and out, and I didn't know if I could go on any longer. But then he stumbled into my life. Suddenly, the skies cleared and were filled with magical rainbows and a glorious sun shone down brightly and vividly on us, colouring my grey visage once again as the birds began singing louder and more endearingly than ever before. Just his presence and smile alone were enough to lift my spirits and helped me get on with my life once again. The thing is, he took it so nonchalantly and altruistically, telling me fascinating stories about his life and his expeditions, showing me another way to fulfill my life without strife. It was just all in a day's work for him.
He is one of the greatest people I have ever known. Here's to you - I hope you live a long and prosperous life.
You just brought back scary memories of my trip to Puerto Rico when I was 12, and all the boy scouts scaring the living fuck out of me. Thanks mom, for having me take a trip of a lifetime. (granted the rest of the trip was a blast)
My only encounters with the great ElGato were bans for starting a shitstorm (4 days, no regrets.) and making a glorious picture of purple dildos that said "skiing".
Overall, I think he's a pretty great guy. And his icon is boss.