Get the intercourse in here. Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen-hut! Every one of you on your feet right now.
I was informed by my good friend Kilroy that there was a sleepover tonight.
Each and every one of you are pathetic and girly for attending such a intercourse ing atrocity!
Every single one of you pathetic maggots should be sent home to your mama in a box!
However, I was also told to deliver a message to you NSF-team ladies.
"The Soldier will be holding a contest. Come up with the manliest thing you could ever think of. Now, post that in the "Late Night with Gregg Casey!" thread as a command, and wait until morning. When morning comes, The Soldier will select one of you to win a special prize!."
Now I am completely and utterly confused. I have not a intercourse ing clue what anything in that message meant, except for my name. Now that the message has been delivered, have fun at your girly little "sleepover", while I'm running into battle blindly and jumping on a live grenade.
But I'm already home