It just fucking did not matter anymore. Three minutes of surprisingly quick crawling through the undergrowth. Three meters from the doorway to the gun house.
Three motherfuckers inside. One for each.
He pulled the pins from the last three grenades on his belt. He counted three and ran in. And took them to kingdom come. Fitting end to three decades of existence.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uW2lucCx_8
Trippy shit dude. Just heard.
I guess this is one of the things best heard in the environs of h-wing.
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