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.

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

normal day in the argonne

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New pfp--Deux jours

yeah should be good

Accurate depiction of my first experience playing pressure

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 !!

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

Have a joyous second cold war, everyone!