Took a jump to the left and a step to the right.
Crashed through a window.
Fucking ruined Danny Dyer.
Made off with all of Communism.
Convinced someone that they were an alien.
Talked dirty to a watermelon.
Farted in an infinite number of directions.
It was at that moment that Fijiman realized his team was not cutting the mustard. Thinking quickly, he set his Jagdtiger to self-destruct and drove it into the heart of the enemy lines, blowing a breach through which the noobs could charge their tier-1 crapmobiles. His sacrifice was remembered and loudly celebrated in team chat with many a "lol cool".
Flapped at a flock of geese and sent them spinning to their hilarious doom on the rocks below.
Went on a rampage through the city that went down in history as "That one day where some really angry dude ran around the city trying to break things and failing."
Bought a new pair of boots.
Tried to start a coal miners strike.
Dribbled a gibbon like a big, bouncy ball.
Kicked something into orbit around Jupiter.
Went and posted on another thread, then sat back and let out a long, relaxing fart.
Walked in on a gnome using his bathroom.
Sought out the opinion of some rediculously old dude.
Fought a demon in a heated interpretive dance battle.
Just absolutely fuckin' whacked it. For days.