My fatass saw a small assortment of chocolates on the counter of my humble abode, immediately scarfed down one without a semblance of a second thought, and read the microscopic label stating it was alcoholic. Whoopsies.

Freeeeee birrrrrrd yeaahh (insert guitar riff here)

New pfp--Deux jours

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Me venting my eternal and insatiable yearning for cuddles to my friends for absolutely no reason be like

Ice

Making fun of the blobfish because it looks ugly after being pulled rapidly out from under tons of water pressure would be like making fun of a human for what they look like after being beaten and burned to near death.

Leave my boi alone ):

Hallo, folksies! Here's a lovely word of the year uttered wholeheartedly by yours truly!

chicken

So... Black Ops II no longer takes place in the future..

Have a joyous second cold war, everyone!