Guilty Pleasures

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Guilty pleasures? Hmmm. Waffles with peanut butter and nuttella with ice cream and Carmel and hot fudge and syrup with whip cream on top. It is the guiltiest of pleasures!

My friends.... It has often been said that I like war. My friends... I like war. No... friends... I LOVE... war. I love holocausts. I love blitzkriegs. I love defensive lines. I love seiges! Charges! I love mop-up operations, and retreats! Wars across prairies, is streets, in trenches, in GRASSLANDS! Through frozen tundras, through the deserts, on the sea, in the air! I love every act of war that can occur upon this earth! I love blasting the enemy to smitherenes with artillery salvos that thunder across the lines of battle! My heart leaps with joy whenever a soldier is tossed high into the air and cut to pieces by well placed sniper rounds! and there is nothing like a tank operater using a Tiger 88 to destroy enemy tanks! And the feeling that comes when a soldier runs screaming from his blazing tank only to be mowed down by heavy machine gun fire is such an exquisite feeling. Like when ranks of infantry brandish their bayonets, rushing into the enemy line. It moves me deep within my heart to watch a fresh recruit stabbing over and over into the bloated chest of a long-dead enemy! The sight of deserters being strung up from a street lamp is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing more arousing than the sounds made by prisoners of war dropping like flies, screaming in agony as they're mowed down by ear piercing schmeissers! When a band of pitiful resistance fighters makes their final stand with nothing but small arms only to have their city smashed to atoms block by block by 4.8 ton bombshells, I'm in ecstasy... I love it when my forces are ravaged by a Russian armored division. It's so sad to see towns and villages that were supposed to be defended at all costs being laid to waste, their women and children being raped and killed. I love to be squashed under the heel of the British and American war machines. The humiliation as my men crawl around like vermin, ducking the jagdbombers flying overhead. (And yes, I am referencing something.)

I like capturing and eating local pets. Also kids.

Curry. I'll make enough to feed a family of four, or as many days meals for myself, then devour it all in a day or two.

I love rubbing Vasoline on my torso, then wrapping it with plastic wrap, shoving my feet into large cans of peanut butter. It's my own beauty regimen... I also get to catch up on Vampire Diaries while I do this every night.