!!~CAUTION~!! THIS MAN RUNS OVER HIS FRIENDS WITH NO REMORSE

with a little of trick jumping you can jump back up into this part into casino

I USED TO LOVE KICKING THE ♥♥♥♥ OUT OF COMPUTER SCIENCE ♥♥♥♥ LIKE YOU BACK IN COLLEGE. I HAVE A QUESTION THOUGH HAVE YOU EVER ♥♥♥♥♥♥ A "GIRL" THAT WAS UNDER 200 POUNDS. I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT ♥♥♥♥♥ BOY SOFTWARE GEEK THAT YOU SUCK OFF UNDER YOUR CUBICLE. I DON'T KNOW IF I SHOULD WRITE THIS EMAIL YOU MIGHT HAVE YOUR POSSE OF KLINGON WARRIORS SHOOT INVISIBLE LASERS AT ME. BY THE WAY DOES YOUR MOM KNOW YOU HAVE THIS SITE. SHE'S NOT GONNA TAKE YOU TO THE STAR TREK CONVENTION NEXT YEAR IN DENVER IF YOU KEEP THIS UP YOUNG MAN. WELL IT WAS NICE EMAILING YOU. KEEP SUCKING ♥♥♥♥ MAYBE SOME DAY YOUR DAD WILL ACTUALLY PAY YOU FOR IT.

-rep ♥♥♥♥♥♥ my girl, stole my identity, hacked my paypal, and keeps taking all of my mail. For the last nine months, he has made my life a living hell, and everywhere I go I see him. He shows up at the park, he shows up with my ex, he even moved into the house across the street with me and leaves his bedroom curtains open so I can see everything he does with her.. The only thing left I can think of doing is killing myself, because I can't take another minute of this. Every morning I try and go get the mail, he donkey punches me in the back of the head while my ex watches. He somehow got my number and keeps leaving me messages saying how he's going to do to my ex each night. But it's okay, because I got a huge bonus and purchased myself a 9mm handgun. And tonight's the big night. I have exactly 3 bullets in the chamber, and I'm not going to miss.

Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the “loser,” and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round. I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world. Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.

. When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3×5 card reading, “Please use this M&M for breeding purposes.” This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this “grant money.” I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion. There can be only one.