War Fighting wars make us inhuman. But if we don't fight, then we have no person to fight for, which makes us more inhuman.

Responsibly I'm going make a brand of alcohol called Responsibly. That way whenever they say, "please drink responsibly", I get free advertisement.

Booyah! When you win a little too hard.

Advice I was always told that what you do changes your #life. Bull. Whatever you do, something will always cock up, and at the end of the day, whether you were a priest or a murderer, everybody dies.

Blade The knife sliced through the air. Although travelling at the speed of an eagle, John saw his whole #life flash. His kids, who had disowned him after killing their next door neighbour. His wife, a drug addict who had killed herself because she though john was trying to kill her. Funnily enough, the noose was tied by John, put round her neck by John, but forensics said different. The eighteen people he had murdered, the four women he had raped and the six families who he had burnt to the ground. His colleagues, that he stabbed and shot in an attempt to escape the police. John was a mess. But hey. The blade flew across the shower room, crafted of a broken tile. The ten men all showering together watched as the seventeen year prisoner met his match. The bladed landed between his eyes, the sharp edge burying deep into his skull, brain matter squelching. He fell against the wall, leaving a smear of blood as he slid to the floor. A naked man walked to the body, bent down and yanked the knife from his head. He then sliced johns throat, and tore was left off his shoulders. He held the skull up, a trophy.