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.

normal day in the argonne

New pfp--Deux jours

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

I don’t know what to put here but Funne

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

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 ):

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

Have a joyous second cold war, everyone!