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.

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

Accurate depiction of my first experience playing pressure

I don’t know what to put here but Funne

Freeeeee birrrrrrd yeaahh (insert guitar riff here)

Noooooo

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

Have a joyous second cold war, everyone!

normal day in the argonne

New pfp--Deux jours