About Us

Before I started Boobs and Gaming, I had another site.  My friends and I started from scratch.  Built a server, coded the entire site and got to work.  Eventually we had creative differences. One of us only cared about making the site super cool looking.  One of us was concerned about the content and one of us liked doing nothing but bitch about how the two of us didn't do shit.  When we went our separate ways, I decided that I would put whatever I wanted on my new website.  And that would be boobs and video games.

Who We Are
We are one person.  We are named Alfonze Jr and we do everything for this piece of garbage that we call our website.  We put every afro on the girls in Froback Friday.  We create every snazzy logo and icon and banner that fill the headers and footers of this site and all of our social media sites.  We edit all of the videos for our YouTube channel.  Since simply playing a game can soak up 30 hours, providing a massive flow of cool shit is not going to happen.  Alfonze has an actual job and doesn't get paid to sit around and game all day like PewDiePie.  He doesn't have a massive crew of people to aggregate his content and do other shit for him like IGN.  It is a one man show here that we do for fun and hope that our followers enjoy.  So ... fucking enjoy it.

Our History

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A story about a Pizza Shop and the creation of our logo.

My father, in all of his entrepreneurial wisdom, decided one day to open a pizza shop.  I think I was around 10 years old at the time.  The pizza shop was not close to where we lived.  It was in a terrible part of a neighboring town.  Like all of my father's grand money making schemes, it meant that his three sons would busy every weekend getting his newest project off the ground.

So every weekend, while other kids where outside swimming or playing wiffle ball, I was with my two brothers, scrubbing the grime off used ovens.  I was being handed noxious chemicals to eradicate the years of grime from the pizza shop floor.  After another summer lost to helping my dad fulfill his new endeavor, the shop was ready.  The ovens were cleaned, the pizza boxes folded, the dishware cleaned and stacked.  The final touch was the Ms. Pacman machine. 

My dad loved using his three sons as a way to save a few bucks for his construction company, his pizza shop or whatever other crazy plan he had.  The loss of these weekends to manual labor created a substantial schism between my brothers and our father, but a fraction of that was mitigated with video games.

In this case, that video game was Ms. Pacman.  Sure, I would have rather done anything else that weekend than clean a filthy pizza shop bathroom but at the end of the day I got to play Ms. Pacman for free; no quarters.  Whenever my father would go check on the shop and I happened to be around, he would take me along.  I got to open the machine with that cool cylindrical key.

Right under the door would be a huge bucket, filled with quarters.  I had never seen so many quarters in my life.  We would empty out the quarters into a large canvas sack, replace the bucket and press the magic red button in the back that added a few credits to the machine.  I would play a few games while my dad grabbed us slices of pizza.  If I made it to the Apple level, I felt pretty good.  If I got to the Pear I was ecstatic.

The shop got robbed a few times.  The manager kidnapped his children and fled to Egypt.  The shop closed down.  My dad sold everything in the store "as is".  We kept the Ms. Pacman machine.  It went in our basement.  I honed my skills.  I could usually grab a score between 120k and 150k.  My older brother was always better.  He was a 200,000+ kind of gamer.  He would always play right after me and always pass me by 10,000 points and then seem to die.  It was as if to say, "No matter how good you are, I will always be better."

The machine now sits in my father's basement collecting dust.  However, the memories that it has etched in my brain need no polishing. The stand-up Ms. Pacman machine has a place in my heart and now has a place in my logo.  Thank you dad.  Your goal may have been to teach me a strong work ethic or the consequences of owning a pizza shop in a crime ridden city.  While these lessons may have made an impact on my life without me noticing, there is one part of this experience that I noticed from the beginning; I love video games.