normal day in the argonne

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.

Minor "rebranding" to immortalize my affinity for something I would probably be very thoroughly bullied for liking if I were open about it in person! I love!

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New pfp--Deux jours

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

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

Have a joyous second cold war, everyone!

Landed on the wrong exoplanet