ALIENS: Colonial Marine Corps RPG

Oh. Shit. It works. I can be on, apparently.

I'll be running back to New Orleans. Where I feel safe with my crawfish. Fuck Sand Dog.

Creepy child is creepy.

Fuck, I forgot to pay the cable before I left. Sorry, guys.

Good Man, Third Eye Blind's Out of the Vein

Do it for the lawls.

Carrying On, Verticle Horizon's Burning the Days

More like cross-rate to civilian and run away screaming.

Yup, that's what I thought. I remember the days where you could walk up to your OIC and grab his nuts in public and say, "Hey, sir, I'm gay and have the hots for you." Out the next day. Those were the days. Oh, and thanks for changing my title; made my day.