alright kid you obviously have no idea who i am so i'll go easy on you, hahahah. i've been to iraq over several hundred times and have never had more fear in my heart than the day i got lost in a market seperated from my mother it was a truely soul crushing experience (don't say you wouldn't be twice as scared) however unlike you i took that fear and converted it into power, willpower more specificly; more specificly so the will power fo fighting off ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ likes you. flashforward to the year 1996 i'm in afghanistan nothing in my hands but the blood of my fallen comprades here's me ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ myself when i see over 1000 terrorists on the horizon ''what a bother'' i mutter and beat them all down hand to hand combat. so now that you know a little bit more about yourself, ask yourself. do you feel lucky... punk?

He doesn't know that I've hired a racoon to live on his roof

I heard him say once he likes girls with stubble on their legs and i hate that

Whatever happened to predictability. The milkman, the paperboy, evening tv?

+ rep nice trader