Cheers

Well I'm off to go sandbagging to save someone's house so feel free to leave any medals for bravery or valiance in my mailbox.

A Ridiculous Essay About The Deadliest Sniper Of All Time

"In the winter of 1939, the Soviet Union was dicks. Russian Premier Josef Stalin thought it would be really fucking hilarious if he all of a sudden sent like two million of his dudes over to nearby Finland to start kicking everyone's asses and seizing whatever land he could get his borsch-covered hands on, while simultaneously kicking puppies and shouting profanities at inanimate objects in a vodka-and-caviar induced roid rage. While this may have been a laugh riot for Stalin and his numbnuts cronies, the Finnish people obviously were a little unhappy with the prospect of having all their cross-country skis, Winter Olympics gold medals and salmon fishing boats captured by a rampaging horde of godless commie bastards, so they decided to open an extra-large can of whoop-ass and give the Russkies the ballsack kicking they were apparently looking for.

Now when you think of Finland, the phrase "military powerhouse" isn't exactly the first thing that pops into your head. Likewise, when you looked at Simo Häyhä, a slight-framed Finnish farmer who didn't stand an inch over five feet tall, you also probably didn't think "total fucking unstoppable badass". Well let's just say that first impressions can be deceiving.

Simo was a member of a Finnish organization roughly equivalent to the minutemen of the American Revolution. He had done his state-mandated one-year term in the Finnish Army, reaching the rank of corporal, and was living a peaceful life in a farming village not far from the Russian border, spending his days farming, hunting, and crushing giant logs into sawdust with his bare hands. When the Soviets crossed the border into Finland with the expressed purpose of busting Finnish heads, Simo was called up into service. He went out to the wood shed behind his house, grabbed his old-school Russian-made Mosin-Nagant M28/30 rifle and headed out to take some commies behind a proverbial woodshed of his own."

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I'm Trying But...

I don't think I'll be able to grow either of the winning staches (regent or the abra kadabra) so until that happens would something like this be alright?

The Last Baron

It was a shitty day until an hour ago when I saw that Mastodon put their new album on their myspace (amazing is all I can think of saying about it) and just before that I found my phone which has been missing since Saturday.

Hugging with closed fists

So here's what's up with me this week. I've got 5 tests from now until Thursday consisting of two anatomy lab tests (cat & human muscular systems), a psych test, a sociology test, and a range of motion test for nursing lab. I feel confident I could take care of all of them had it not been the fact that this week fell upon a very important holiday for my people so St. Patrick's day looks like it might not be celebrated the way it deserves...

maybe

Aspire

I don't want to use up all my good caption contest photos up right away so I'll use somebody else instead.



Just for a bit of back story, this was in an Irish pub in Paris about 3 blocks away from Notre Dame. The bartender (not pictured) was playing David Bowie and some Billy Joel. The man that Darin is embracing is a Frenchman who was blackout drunk and decided to join Darin in dropping his pants.


In other news I began reading 2666 based off of a recommendation and I'm very impressed so far. Does anybody know anything about it and can explain it a little bit without any spoilers because this is a blind read and I know nothing about it.

The Stache Corner

We all know the Stiche should grow a stache, but what kind? VOTIFY