Freeeeee birrrrrrd yeaahh (insert guitar riff here)

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.

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

I don’t know what to put here but Funne

Landed on the wrong exoplanet

New pfp--Deux jours

normal day in the argonne

Ishowspeed

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

Have a joyous second cold war, everyone!