+rep nice profile😉

+rep pretty good player

Please DO NOT announce to the server when you are going to masturbate. This has been a reoccurring issue, and I’m not sure why some people have such under developed social skills that they think that a server full of mostly male strangers would need to know that. No one is going to be impressed and give you a high five (especially considering where that hand has been). I don’t want to add this to the rules, since it would be embarrassing for new users to see that we have a problem with this, but it is going to be enforced as a rule from now on.

If it occurs, you will be warned, then additional occurrences will be dealt with at the discretion of modstaff. Thanks.

nice score, I could bench press your entire family

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Dear old friend. You truly will be missed. You were such a great friend, this world has lost a true soul. Someone once told me the true insult is to live a meaningless life of unknowing. Never being able to know who you are, what is the next step walking alone in the dark.

And only on you deathbed will you realize that the meaning in life is to create meaning. Then you will know who you were, only when you're too old to do anything about it. And with death coming closer you will realize that all your life, you missed a huge detail about yourself. You will die echoing the words of realization "I'm gay". And you will know truly, your mom was gay too.

We miss you Alec. I hope to see you soon in the afterlife.

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I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ glurch.

I miss glurch.

I hate glurch

I love glurch

glu

https://steamproxy.net/groups/genuinealyx join this bro

do you know where juice cake went?

love to destroy him in among us +rep i win every time +rep (double rep)

Fantastic player, just need to work on communication, aim, map awareness, crosshair placement, economy management, pistol aim, awp flicks, grenade spots, smoke spots, pop flashes, map pool, positioning, bomb plant positions, retake ability, post plant positioning, bunny hopping, spray control.

Gets me horny everytime

Don't drink the water.

They put something in it, to make you forget.

I don't even know how I got here.

Who are you and how did you get on my friends list? Please don't contact me again or I'm calling the police.

Sorry who are you

+Rep After a good game in csgo, i added him because he seemed like a cool guy. We got chatting, over the next couple of months we became good friends. Lots of banter, lots of great CS and most importantly true friendship.
I invited him to my house for a csgo lan party. He said he was coming so i was looking forward to meeting him in real life.
When he arrived at my house, he pushed me against the wall and started nibbling my ear, i felt his hard ♥♥♥♥ push against my leg. I kissed him and then 1 tapped him ;). Turns out he was gay. Trust this guy for a good time.

Become woke

+rep prolly made me ♥♥♥ at least once or twice

At night I click on your profile. Oh the excitement, it fills the air. With one hand under the covers, the other firmly placed on my nipple I begin. Working on my throbbing penis to the thought of your chiseled masculine body, wrestling me into the ground. You overpower me and punishes my weak body, oh my boi♥♥♥♥♥ you have conquered. And then I squirt with the force of a thousand elephants, with the sound of a thousand screaming children and the might of a titan. Thus my fantasy ends, and I clean up and sleep, cuddling my pillow with a picture of you on it. Sweet dreams my prince, I say, kissing you tenderly

I have lost it. That's the last "loose" I'm going to put up with. Or rather, the previous one was.
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. I wager you couldn't empty a boot of excrement were the instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.

You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus.
And what meaning do you expect your delusional self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have to us who think and reason? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake? You are a waste of flesh.

You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed , drooling meatslapper. You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill.

You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on.

This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half-baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective.
True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.

You're an idiot. A moron of the highest order. You're so stupid it's a wonder and a pity you can remember to breath. Intelligent ideas bounce off your head as if it were coated with teflon. Creative thoughts take alternate transportation in order to avoid even being in the same state as you. If you had an original thought it would die of loneliness before the hour was out. On an intelligence scale of 1 to 10 (10 corresponding to the highest attainable IQ) you're rating is so far into negative numbers that one would need to travel into another quantum reality in order to even catch a distant glimpse of it.

Your personality is that of a rabid Chihuahua intent on destroying its own tail. Your powers of observation are akin to those of the bird that keeps slamming into the picture window trying to get that other bird it keeps seeing. You are walking, talking proof that you don't have to be sentient to survive, and that Barnum was thinking of you when he uttered his immortal phrase regarding the birth of a sucker. You are, at varying times, tedious, boring, and even occasionally earth shatteringly hilarious in your idiocy, routinely childish, moronic, pathetic, wretched, disgusting and pitiful.

You are wholly without any redeeming social grace or value. If God ever decides to give the planet an enema you'd better run like the wind because anywhere you stand is a suitable place for The Insertion. There is no animal so disgusting, so vile that it deserves comparison to you, for even the lowest, dirtiest, most parasitic member of the animal kingdom fills an ecological niche. You fill no niche. To call you a parasite would be injurious and defamatory to the thousands of honest parasitic species. You are worse than vermin, for vermin do not pretend to be what it is not. You are truly human garbage. You are a fraudulent, lying, predatory charlatan. You are of less worth than a burnt-out light bulb. You will forever live in shame.

You have nothing to say, and Godwin's Law does not apply when writing about you. You are the anti-Midas, for all that you touch becomes valueless and unusable. Mothers gather their children close when you appear. You are an aberration, a corruption, and a boil that needs to be lanced. You are a poison in need of being vomited. You are a tooth so rotten it infects the whole body. You are sperm that should have been captured in a condom and flushed down a toilet.

I don't like you. I don't like anybody who has as little respect for others as you do. Go away, you swine. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. Meaningful to no one, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts that sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I wretch at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, and the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell? Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are a waste of flesh. On a good day you're a halfwit. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.

You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, study, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.

You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libellous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dystrophic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, abrasive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, and socially-retarded.

Shut up and go away lest you achieve the physical retribution your behaviour merits.
Thank you for your kind attention to and expected cooperation in this matter.

I would put a ♥♥♥♥ copypasta here, but you're so gay you don't deserve one.

I tried the long range ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ (no 360 though; my chronic swimmer's ear means I don't have the proper balance to execute such a move) with my girlfriend one time. Let me tell you, it as not as easy as they make it look in the movies. My attempt may have started with a bang, but it ended with a whimper.
We had been making love in my grandmother's small bunghole, as was custom. After a blistering one hundred and twenty five seconds of humping - in which I managed to include everything from missionary to Brazilian jujitsu to Mongolian throat singing - I signaled to my girlfriend that I was ready to make flowers. But rather than reaching for an old sock or Mason jar like she normally does, she instead told me to "shoot it" in her mouth hole. Now, I could have of course done it at close range. But I'm someone who likes a challenge. It's why I only use one-ply. So I took up position at the far end of my grandmother's couch, took aim, and fired away.

That first volley didn't appear to have enough mustard on it to reach my girlfriend's embouchement. While my horizontal orientation was spot on, my angle of azimuth seemed too low. I was guessing it would be chin shot at best. I hadn't taken the time to consider factors such as the drag coefficient of semen, wind sheer, or the curvature of the earth itself, so I guess that was to be expected.

Against all odds, however, it stayed true. I didn't have scientific instrumentation in place at the time, but I hypothesized that my load stayed true thanks to upward thermals emanating from my girlfriend's vagina, just like during the hang glider part of Pilotwings for Super Nintendo. As a result, my semen ended up gliding smoothly and without incident through her gaping maw until finally splashing against her epiglotis. A hole in one. If this had happened down at the local country club, drinks in the clubhouse would have been on my tab that night.

I wasn't so fortunate with the next shot, however. I tried to carefully aim it but my donger violently recoiled from the previous blast, which made an accurate shot nearly imposible as they say in Old Mexico (it means "impossible" in American). Not only did it fail to reach her mouth, it completely missed her person altogether. Kind of like when Randy Johnson sailed one over the head of John Kruk in the 1993 All-Star game. It ended up landing on one of my Nana's hummus figurines. Luckily, they were dishwasher-safe, but that load itself was lost.

Round number three was even worse. Not only was I dealing with the aforementioned donger recoil, but my body betrayed me even further by choosing that moment to pass gas, and vigorously. It gave that load additional velocity, yes, but greatly reduced its accuracy, as well. The love-loogie went wide of the target by at least five yards and flew directly into the blades of my oscillating fan, which then flung my boys to very corner of the living room. Oddly enough, this was what finally compelled my Nana to get an air conditioner, so something good came (heh) out of it.

My final few spasms produced but a dribble, the jizm barely making the two and half inch journey down my arethra, out my dingle, and into the world. It instead landed on my moccasins. Before I lost consciousness, I heard a whimper issue forth from my girlfriend. Later on, I would find out it was a result of her realizing semen is not vegan-friendly, which meant she would be losing some of her superpowers for a time. That would be just about the last time my jizz would ever pass her lips, the one exception being when I woke her up with a blow job for our seven month anniversary. She did not like that. I guess some people are just really sensitive about that kind of thing.

hey, sorry I saw your profile and I just thought you looked cute in your picture, I really wanted to tell you that)) It's really rare to see girls playing video games haha! I don't know why its a guy thing honestly im like really against misogyny and like ill be the one in the kitchen making sandwiches. We should really play l4d2 sometime its a really cool zombie game with a lot of scary moments, but don't worry ill be there to protect you ;) sorry that wasnt flirting I swear Im just trying to be friendly I really like your profile picture sorry was that too far? Really sorry i'm really shy I don't go out much haha add me on skype we should talk more you look really nice and fun xxx

When you salty af and then have to cheat cuz u bad
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nice luck shots :D