… Or how to turn an unfortunate comment about your friends into an inside joke. It’s just thug’s life.
“And I feel tired, empty and hollow, heart-broken inside
And I feel this life has nothing for me anymore
Then I feel revived, sacred and honoured, one of the kind
And I feel this life is something I was chosen for”
Each delivery looks more and more like a Devil May Cry stage…
I’ll end up with non-breaking-hyphen-phobia. 2 years with that person complaining about the size of the non-breaking hyphen will drive me insane.
Graphic representation of Deployman’s new foe… and the damn thing has a family.
I just look like this. I’m really having anger issues.
Graphic representation: it’s been one month trying to explain that 4 years is greater than 6 months, so yes, that’s definetely not fresh.
This code is approved.
Shit always happens on deliverys… It is fated.
Something awful is always happening in our project, but we have each other’s back.
We fight together, in this battlefield of Hell
We live forever, we are the Brothers in arms
We fight together, and to bitter end we will fight
We will never, surrender to unholy light
Cryonic Temple – A Soldier’s Tale