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when you start using your brain / stop pretending it doesnt exist

its cuz the forehead in your avatar is 3 times normal

Hi tom!

Thanks for proving yourself wrong. Lt cleared

hes not lying though he left lol

their combats are pretty low compared to zu/z/eop/cp/fi

Damn...

oi sandfew

I don't get it. Maybe its because I never watch any trip videos, nor have I ever played Starcraft.

nice amooult cock xd

hi cock

wow back in my day we only organized fights in game

rof

Thanks for the fight foe/cp/lt Please consider following the rules that were setup. No adamant next time : p

u seem confused m8

H

Anyone wanna skill with me?

LMAOOOOOO

Funny how it went from lt complaining cuz they suck to the op' eop vs cp thing lel

A few years ago, I was in the habit of coming home from work, putting on some syndicated episodes of Seinfeld or Frasier while plopping down on the couch, and immediately starting in on a sixer of some kind of cheap beer, like Rolling Rock or Miller High Life. It got to the point where I was doing this four or five times a week. It wasn't the healthiest routine, but it was all I could do to stave off the boredom of what had become a mundane existence; cauliflower house in the suburbs surrounded by retired people that yelled "slow down!" If you drove by them doing more than five, cauliflower wife that made me eat kale and watch Bones, cauliflower job inspecting old bridges for critical safety issues. It was all cauliflower. It was like that part in The Shawshank Redemption when Lt. Dan said "Do not try and bend the spoon. That's impossible. Only try to realize the truth." Well, I tried to realize the truth each night after work with a bunch of beers. I got no truth out of them, though. Only funny smelling pee. Inevitably, the daily beers joined the rest of the mundane things in my life that I felt were slowly siphoning off what little youthful zest I still retained. I needed something new. I needed something enlightening. That's when I found the thing that would change everything for me: Jack Daniel's. Man, was it great. Instead of coming home each night and drinking some piss-water brews, I started sipping on Kentucky's finest. Where the beer just seemed to make me more miserable, JD gave me an energetic new outlook on life. More importantly, it took me out of the house and into the big, bright world. Unfortunately, the "big, bright world" was usually just some dimly lit bar in the weird part of the city. They had sticky floors and sticky people. It was disgusting. Glasses were rarely washed before being used to serve another customer. The condom dispensers only dispensed wet wipes. The girls left outlines of their cameltoes on the vinyl barstools. You were all but guaranteed to get herpes from the bowls of peanuts they had set out. Of course I loved it. Fueled by the bourbon, I became a god with the bar skanks. Five minutes of chatting them up and i knew if we were going to end up practicing WCW moves in the nude on the back seat of my Ford Contour. How did I know? It was the way they would flip their hair when we talked and also the way they would let me casually finger them while having that same talk. It took about two months of this before my wife found out. It was around Memorial Day. I had come home one night and she noticed it was missing my wedding ring. I'm pretty sure I lost it while talking to a girl at the bar. I promised to track it down. Said it would never happen again. Even said I would quit drinking. Wasn't enough, though. There in the living room, with my mouth stinking of whisky and my hand stinking of stale tuna, she told me she wanted to end it. By Labor Day, we were officially divorced. I signed over the house and moved into a studio apartment above a nice elderly Armenian man. He's deaf, so I can fart as loud as I please, which is nice. Yes, I was planning to continue my routine in this new life. But while trying to fall asleep in my new place one of the first nights, I decided that I no longer wanted each night to include me getting drunk and going down on a girl I just met whose name was something like Tanya or Crystal and who probably hadn't showered in several days. I quit all that, cold turkey. But the boredom came back. Different than before, but still something that would have led me down a dangerous, sticky path. That path had already cost me my marriage, house, and nearly my job. I needed something to occupy my mind. Something cheap since the divorce and Valtrex prescription had left my entertainment budget a bit limited. I went on Google and searched "best websites 2009." A link to a list of websites from Time.com popped up. The sites were divided into different categories. Fark, Digg, McSweeney's, etc. One by one, I diligently explored them. They were plenty interesting, but hardly good for more than an hour of entertainment before becoming repetitive. But then I got to Reddit. I was hooked within minutes. But I didn't make an account until a year later. My first attempt at a username was "vargas," but some lame computer programmer already took it, so I added a couple underscores. Jackpot. My first post was about all the people who had cameos in Mystery Men. I think it got about twelve upvotes. Whatever. The important thing was that it stimulated me enough to stop drinking and having anonymous sex when I came home from work.

Fine I'll say my story

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