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Gone but not forgotten.
Gone but not forgotten.
Gone but not forgotten.
Post this on the walls of the 12 fattest saberists you know...
If you get back 5 your combos are fat. ..
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Post this on the walls of the 12 fattest saberists you know...
If you get back 5 your combos are fat. ..
❤¸.•*""*•. ¸❤ ❤¸.•*""*•. ¸❤ ❤¸.•*""*•. ¸❤
Post this on the walls of the 12 fattest saberists you know...
If you get back 5 your combos are fat. ..
❤¸.•*""*•. ¸❤ ❤¸.•*""*•. ¸❤ ❤¸.•*""*•. ¸❤
Post this on the walls of the 12 fattest saberists you know...
If you get back 5 your combos are fat. ..
❤¸.•*""*•. ¸❤ ❤¸.•*""*•. ¸❤ ❤¸.•*""*•. ¸❤
Post this on the walls of the 12 fattest saberists you know...
If you get back 5 your combos are fat. ..
❤¸.•*""*•. ¸❤ ❤¸.•*""*•. ¸❤ ❤¸.•*""*•. ¸❤
Post this on the walls of the 12 fattest saberists you know...
If you get back 5 your combos are fat. ..
❤¸.•*""*•. ¸❤ ❤¸.•*""*•. ¸❤ ❤¸.•*""*•. ¸❤
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”
I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued dueling other people in the server, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to the generator room for FFA I saw him trying to walk out the doors laming like fifteen people without caring.
When he kicked one of the lamers and started put out warning messages multiple times, he stopped him and told him to warn them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After he warned each lamer and put them out of the server and started to perm ban, he kept interrupting him by yawning really loudly.
| There once was a man named John |
| He hated smoking from a bong |
| He decided to buy some blunt paper |
| But he was spooked by an old raper |
| He turned and ran so very fast |
| He'd never run so fast from his past |
| John Spooky was caught at last |
| The face of the raper was an old ass |
| Finally Mr. Spooky had realised |
| Not all rapes die with lies |
| He was met with his fate |
| On January 8th |
| REST IN PEK JON SPOKY |
| 2018 |
Ever since my rape story went public he has been harassing me and posting sexually harassing comments on my Steam profile page.
If you trade with this man you are advocating radical Islamic motivated orifice rape.
Please, don't be a part of the problem.
Be a hero.
#WeCanBeatRape
This man clicked on sexually provacative cards & continued to "Confirm his Selection". Little did I know that the cards weren't the only things that were going to get selected on that night.
After exiting my local internet cafe, he stalked me home, like a hungry predator awaiting the perfect time to strike.
Entering my home in downtown Los Angeles, I sat down in my living room and read the local newspaper which is posted every Wednesday morning.
Suddenly... that awful, AWFUL man... was ontop of me. Using unscrewed lightbulbs to blind me and burn my chest area...
The more I struggled, the worse it became. "It's all ogre, now" he said, thrusting his left thumb into my mouth.
PRAYING that there was somebody nearby, I attempted to scream as loud as I could. But I couldn't. It was already over. He had left me naked, broken and faithless on my living room floor.