Kay, I'm going to keep this short, because Mass Effect 3 fuck yeeeeaaah. Anyways, started the day with a hangover. And newfags thinking Oro, Inferno, and Che were newfags. Sam looking happy that we weren't there, before looking sad when we rolled in with the troops. Dancing! Me being camerabitch for the raid because Novu decided he didn't want to take pictures and so gave me his camera. Suspicious lady who turned out to be an Occupy Anon (I remained suspicious of her, but whatever). Anon salute competition. Skinnies won. Eight charged at me for constantly taking pictures of the competition. ;_; Eventually caved in at Oro and Fuckeye's constant bawwing of PUB and we went the pub stupidly early. Nobody proved himself by snorting a line of pepper. Nasal reports later gave updates of 'my nose feels spicy.' Eight refused to drink. Oro was disgusted. Porridge failed to bring appropriate condiments. I provided instead. Everyone decided to show Porridge what the right condiments were by pelting him with >9000 sauce and salt packets. Newsflash! Outline of man in mystery condiments pile confuses pub cleaners. COWBOY HAT. Eight looks super badass in a cowboy hat. Oro looks like a browncoat. Prof looks...well... Moving on. CHEESYBACONCHIPS. Om nom nom. And kind people shouting at me to let them buy me drinks because I had no money. So thank you to Oro and Inferno for the drinks, and Fuckeye for the noms. ^_^ Done. Mass Effect 3, bitches, kthxbai.