Going back to the Dawn Of War theme, from a couple of posts back… This is Ernie. Ernie is my friend.
We all need friends. Someone to encourage you and to spur you on, a shoulder to cry on, someone to shout you down on occasion, and – in the event of marauding Space Orks trying to take over your back garden – to cut down your enemies with a fucking great heavy bolter.
Earnie needs some love, so here it is Earnie.
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Well, seeing as that didn’t work.
Earnie, I LOVE you.
Though this is all a moot fact.
His name is Ernie.
So who am I loving?!