Mmm... syruppy
Snow has once again graced us with it's presence, and for Andre, Spencer and I this means it's time to indulge in some serious Gears of War. Chainsaw bayonets are being revved up as we speak, getting ready to rip into the flesh of some abominable alien invader. We will drink it's blood, smear the thick syrupy liquid across our faces as war paint, and then release mighty masculine shouts.
Happy Gears of War Day.
Happy Gears of War Day.