Yes. Thankfully, I don't check it all that often, so I don't have to put up with it.

Evening.

Battlefield 3, New Vegas, and fine tuning the characters on my current roster. Oh, yeah, and then there's that gold plated monkey on my back, too, if you know what I mean.

hinthint

Pink. Why? Hell, I don't know. I imagine that it tastes better than the yellow.

Uh... I... Uh... How about that... Uh... Weather...? Heh... Heh heh....

I think she's a washed-up, no-talent, worthless cunt. That aside, she was the shit back in the day.

If animu counts, Panty and Stocking, like three to four days ago. If we're only counting western animation, I have no idea.

3. I can pause to eat and sleep, and I refuse to rage quit. That is, I refuse to rage quit against a human opponent, therefore, I guess I rage quit against an AI occasionally. 3 and 4.

Albert Wesker. He's just crazy enough to work.

Evening, Lieutenant.

Depends on who it is.

WAT.

Sometimes.

Paper or plastic?

Benjamin Franklin. He seems pretty chill.

Robert Pattinson. Fucking sparkling vampire.

A hawk or an eagle. I can shit on people, and maul things.

God.

The computer. I'd be one rich motherfucker by now.

Winter, because it has good memories, and spring, because it's nice outside.