How could you NG.

You've broken my legs.

You dirty, dirty sailors.

Though on a serious note.

My mates said perhaps I should contribute to newgrounds, you know throw up something whacky and crazy and filled with lustre and hilarity, perhaps even include some drama or evalute on the hypothesis of life itself, you know anything to hold its ground on this..new ground [s].

I know I couldnt be the next egorator, but I do a fine job of moaning, making up stories about underage teenagers (before you start, i'm 17. It's cool to laugh about 13 year olds falling down a flight of stairs) and drawing penises on my notepad (just like that guy outta superbad, which to be honest wasnt all that great of a film.) So yeah, i'm halfway there to being tom fulp. Eyooo.

All the best.
(Some guy asked why do I use that all the time, wtf. it's like saying why do you include the letter "a" into a lot of words. Sorta.)

This picture commemorates my time in the african army. Rodger dalton the dog marine was smashed to pieces in a horrible mortar accident and that picture is all we have to remember him by.