At ease, you worthless sons of mothers!
I've been asked to present our internet blog-reading public with this
handsome collection of avatars, which I'm told you can use on Steam. I don't mind telling you I have no idea what
any of the words in that last sentence meant. This is the problem with the youth of today: too much time inventing nonsense words, not enough time taking a bullet in the lung defending a hill. I don't have to know what the hell twitters and texting and body sprays are to understand that they're not the sort of thing men should be engaged in. Like conversations, or painting things that aren't a house.