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In his own words: “The basis of friendship is not molestation.” But he touched us all in many, many ways. On the bright side, it was usually good touching. He was an asshole, he was rude, he was disturbing, and he gave no fucks about anything but family, friends, and fun. And we loved every minute of his bullshit. For years, he made us laugh, gave us amazing stories and characters, and always managed to make us question our convictions and morals, whether they were just the beliefs of the characters we sent on adventures together, or the ideas we as people held onto the tightest. He loved playing games, and we all loved making fun of every bit of each other. How can we describe the person most people know as Adam? Well, to us, he wasn’t Adam. He was Corium. Actually, he was the Corium. He could say anything, do anything, make fun of anyone, and he could get away with it all simply because “he’s Corium”. Somehow, he could make any situation funny and memorable. And he would be disappointed if he weren’t described in one word. Moist. He was always a friend when one was needed. Someone to talk to, to share ideas with, and to be there for you. Of course you had to accept that he would make fun of it later, and would never let you forget the stupid shit you said, but that was the fucked up relationship we all had, and we never failed to make fun of him. Breaking his back making a sandwich, breaking his back going to the bathroom, driving his car barefoot, and every time he would try to say something but fucked it up; we would be there with a joke, a pun, or just straight up laughing at him. And let’s not forget the sounds he made when he took a Blow Pop or a pizza crust to the side of the head, delivered by his wife on our behalf. We all knew what made each other tick, and we knew just how to push those buttons. We couldn’t go more than five minutes without calling each other something horrible. “You bitch!” was a favorite. He was our brother, he was a husband, he was a son, he was a friend, he was anything and everything anyone needed him to be. He lived to make people smile, and he was damn good at what he did. So long, Adam, Corium, Vyk, Grog, Kharos, whoever you choose to be today. We’ll miss you. Click click. Go fuck ya’self. Words from Col Penny.

So I have eye problems (apparently) and during night ops its kinda hard for me to PID because everything is green. Baz made this for me when i attempted to explain this.

SSgt Red: "Can you imagine a 40mm GL propelled dildo?"