So I spend a day fighting a few pencil necks...
They fall easily to my manhood...
But the gorgeous is still not impressed!
Nor is the black man. Okay! More pencil necks it is then!
So I meet this guy who is totally trying to copy my manly style...
And then I do it like I prefer it in home too...
All this pencil neck killing makes me understand that deep inside I have always felt this to be my true calling.
The increased knowledge also makes me realize my helmet is not my size at all.
Yeah! Bloodletter! That should make a impression to the gorgeous!
No?
Well bugger this all then! I'm going home to drink beer on my underwear and play WoW!
On the other hand, why wait until I get home? Cheers!