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

Freeeeee birrrrrrd yeaahh (insert guitar riff here)

Landed on the wrong exoplanet

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

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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.

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

Have a joyous second cold war, everyone!

Ice

normal day in the argonne