Landed on the wrong exoplanet

Freeeeee birrrrrrd yeaahh (insert guitar riff here)

normal day in the argonne

chicken

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.

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Now that the Earth is about to finalize a complete revolution around our solar celestial body, we may fire hazardous explosives into the atmosphere, consume intoxicating substances, and engage in other lackadaisical festivities !!

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

Have a joyous second cold war, everyone!

What got you acting like this?

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