yup, ♥♥♥♥ that game

Player Tuna left the game (For input automation)

The manager was visibly stirred, taken aback. “That’s not bad, not bad at all!” I think we have our Santa! Just as the manager extended his hand to shake dext’s a thunderous, stuttering noise came from the street outside beyond the window. “HEUH HEUH HEUH” Immediately the color drained from the manager’s face. No… no… it… it couldn’t be. He was in Antarctica! He was banned from being Santa! He had court conditions to stay away! The manager turned in disbelief. And there he stood. Nightmares cometh. 6’6 pale white. Hairy chested. Unkempt hair. Wire frame glasses. Frothing at the mouth. Heavily muscled, heavily breathing and no smarter than a 3 month old orangutan. Wearing nothing but a bulging and stained red thong. With a red veldt Santa overcoat draped around his shoulders. In his left hand, the craigslist job ad, printed. In his right hand, a shovel.

Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Shovel breaks the window. Original steps through the shattered opening. Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child. Holy Infant so tender and mild. Blappin makes for the door like an overflowing tub of chocolate pudding. Mclovin’ slowest of the lot, falls down “my leg!MY LEG!” Tuna and kitt3n instinctively drop to their knees and open their mouths. Mr Yeffery discards his Yamakuh like a Frolf Frisbee. Steven waits for the death blow, at least the wife won’t nag him anymore. The manager runs for the exit in slow motion. Original closes the gap like Mr. Larson in the parking lot. “HOLD STILL.” Shrieks. Shovel. Skull. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace. Silent night, holy night. Dexty quake at the sight.

Nani, juego todos los dias cs 1.6 jaja

-rep ya no juega cs 1.6