Freeeeee birrrrrrd yeaahh (insert guitar riff here)

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

Landed on the wrong exoplanet

.... ... .

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.

Ice

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

Have a joyous second cold war, everyone!

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 !!

chicken

normal day in the argonne