New pfp--Deux jours

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

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Landed on the wrong exoplanet

I AM NOT A MORON

Freeeeee birrrrrrd yeaahh (insert guitar riff here)

Accurate depiction of my first experience playing pressure

bro got so mad

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

Have a joyous second cold war, everyone!