happy bday artie

happy bday artie

Thats not a cat in ur picture

happy bday artie

happy bday artie

It wasn’t a particularly busy day for Arturo, so his afternoon hunger hadn’t mounted as much as usual. A mere “happy meal” from the fast food conglomerate known as “McDonald’s” would do. Plus, he might get a nice toy that he could gift to his girlfriend. The Mexican donned his face mask and made his way to the closest restaurant, passing an Oxxo convenience store plastered entirely in a tarp advertising 343 Industry’s latest hit video game, Halo: Infinite . He looked through the store’s windows and noticed a severely overweight boy desperately attempt to contain his giggling as he took condoms off of the cashier desk’s back wall.

“Chico estúpido,” muttered the city dweller as he walked to the nearby eatery. Upon arrival, he positioned himself in the waiting line to order, and began to browse his phone. Thanks to the racially insensitive style of humor of one of his friends, his TikTok Discover page was filled with short videos of Black people embarrassing themselves in the pursuit of internet clout. “¿Hola?” Arturo’s focus was broken to see that a gap between himself and the ordering counter was made, the cashier vying for his attention. He hastily approached the restaurant employee and said, “Una Cajita Feliz, por favor.” “Entiendo,” responded the order taker as he punched icons on his register machine.

“Noventa pesos, por favor,” muttered the bored cashier. The price was paid, and within 40 seconds, the iconic red box, crested with yellow strips of cardboard, was brought to the hungry code monkey. Yet the abnormality of Arturo’s “happy meal” was readily apparent; the box was bulging as if someone had placed a water pipe on the inside, though it seemed to still be intact. Tal vez sea comida extra, the Mexican hoped. Taking the box-which was only slightly heavier than expected, consistent with the thought of extra food-, he left the store to begin his return home. Safe within his domicile once again, Arturo wasted little time in unboxing his lunch. The cause behind the package’s malformation was immediately revealed. To Arturo’s near disbelief, a small machine of alien design sat atop his nourishment. The Mexican stared at it in amazement, attempting to grasp the reality of the situation.

Before him was a sentinel beam from the Halo video game series, a weapon capable of projecting a beam of immensely heated particles, effectively creating a laser that can disintegrate objects at the atomic level. What’s more, its metallic frame, components, and lights seemed not of the cheap plastic and simplicity of a happy meal toy’s standard fare, but of authentic construction. With trepidation, Arturo gripped the otherworldly weapon and lifted it. As could be expected for an alien device designed to be a part of flying robots, it wasn’t significantly heavy, and the man quickly found the proper firing mechanism. Yet prudence prevented him from unleashing condensed energy from his prize; the destruction would be immense, and even if aimed at the sky, away from anything or anyone of value, the line of electromagnetic power would be visible to all, and his secret would be revealed.

Secrecy would be an equal to his own, real weapon…because he would need it to save himself, his girlfriend, and all of Mexico. It didn’t take long for populist Mexican president Andrés Manuel López Obrador to arrange for another public speech, and Arturo had made plans to be there. The nation’s president spoke at his podium, making in-human groaning sounds in response to a reporter’s question, as Arturo pulled the sentinel beam from his back-pack. Positioning himself from behind where “LMAO” stood, and away from larger crowds, he had a clear line of sight to bathe Obrador in electromagnetic fire. “Chinga tu madre,” muttered the Mexican as he braced himself and squeezed the trigger on his powerful weapon.

Yet instead of a beam of charged particles, the weapon instead played a cartoonishly exaggerated soundbite of the weapon’s likeness. It was Arturo’s fortune that the president’s tired moaning, amplified by his microphone, drowned the playful sound of laser beams, and shielded him from embarrassment. Exasperated, the Mexican stood in place to comprehend the trick he had played on himself. Painful though it was, he eventually accepted that he believed an authentic-looking sentinel beam from a happy meal would be real enough for him to save the nation from populism for the unwashed masses of the North. Dejected, he disposed of the weak toy as he trudged back home.

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happy bday artie

happy bday artie

happy bday artie

happy bday artie

chilangod !!!

HELLO ARTURO I HOPE YOU ARE MUY BUENO

hey its me ur brother do u need knife??? www.knife.com/notakeylogger

I'm sorry, it took you 2 weeks to respond. The tacos went bad. However, if you give me a nice handjob, you will get a free pinata.

Hey bro, I got a free taco on my account. Just give me a nice blowjob and I'll give it to you.

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Natural snow is something many lifetime residents of Mexico have never encountered. Though frozen precipitation has arrived in some Mexican regions, the occasion has been few and far between; some locations haven’t received chilled blessings from the clouds in as many as 40 years. For younger Mexicans like Arturo, this meant never experiencing the frigid crystals in all their latticed glory. Like a bucket list item, Arturo was determined he’d eventually not only see, but touch, genuine snow in person. He’d finally earned enough savings from two jobs’ worth of income to arrange a flight to the northern nation of Canada. That was where he would grasp his first handful of snow, and countless more after.

Fennec’s chosen destination was: Inukjuak, Quebec. With as many as 228 days of one-centimeter snow coverage above ground- most of the year- it made a suitable spot for collecting frigid fallings. Fennec was eager to book a flight that would descend onto the conveniently placed airport next to the town. Besides, he wanted to observe the tranquillity of frosted settlement life, and Inukjuak looked as iconic a town as any. Perhaps he’d even encounter the symbol of the United States: the Bald Eagle. As a self-described “Ameriboo”, that would surely be a tremendous treat. The decision having been made, the Mexican booked his flight and proceeded to order a myriad of wintry wear online in anticipation. He’d need to keep himself from freezing, after all. But, unbeknownst to Arturo, frostbite wasn’t the only danger in Inukjuak.

On the day of his flight, the Mexican boarded his plane, and the metallic avian took flight to the north. Artie soared over the continental U.S. into Canada, and further inland, towards Hudson Bay. Towards Inukjuak. He was so excited he changed clothes once the plane neared the town; he wanted to waste no time in trekking out and burying himself into some frozen precipitation. It was the Mexican’s luck that the land surrounding the airport was already glazed with watery crystals. Once the plane touched down and the passengers were released, Fennec sprinted out of the airport and over the frosted earth. He’d collect his belongings later, he reasoned. For now, the cold called to him.

He thrusted his boot-clad feet into the cold ground, his brain tingling in response to the crunch of solid water beneath him. A small hill was caught in his sights, and Fennec chose to mount it as a place for grasping the long sought-after substance with his hands. His knees had ached but no worldly torments would withhold Arturo from his triumph. He slowly but intently trudged up the shallow hill and stood at its peak, over its edge. He removed his gloves and jabbed his hands into them, and for a brief moment he grinned with pleasure as his hand became sapped of heat and began to feel numb. Suddenly, the snow beneath his then-buried palm began to give away, and Fennec’s summit crumbled beneath him.

With a mound of snow the Mexican tumbled downwards, and landed a few feet below, in front of a dark chamber. It seemed the hill was actually a sort of cave. Fennec managed to free his head from the cold crystals in time to see an animate mass of the same substance surge upwards and charge into him. Artie was on slammed onto his back; keratinized claws then pierced his sternum and crushed his ribs. The Mexican’s life drained too quickly from his broken body before he could feel enameled fangs crunch on his bones. Hours later, when the newly awoken and furry abomination had consumed its fill of Arturo, a small flock of Bald Eagles discovered his corpse and helped itself to what remained of him.

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I miss you Artie

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¿Que putas chingadas madres dijiste de mí , pinche escuincle baboso? para que te sepas yo entrené en el gimnasio del señor Julio Cesar Chavez , tengo un record de 50 knockouts, fui al colegio militar de la ciudad de México y un doctorado en ingenieria nuclear , ¿sabes que significa eso? que puedo volar tu pinche cabecita hueca con una bomba que estoy preparando especialmente para tí , y no sólo eso también soy experto en el manejo de armas largas y tengo acceso a todo un arsernal de Uzis, Ak 47 y R-15s , si tan solo hubieras pensado un poquito más y no hubieras abierto el pinche hocico de perro que tienes, no tendrías que rezar por tu vida.

artie are you ever online anymore

"no me sacaron de los escombros para ver tus mamadas"

t. chilangod

Hi

Happy birthday!

i hope ur okay and safe!!!

Don't ♥♥♥♥ with me. I have the power of God and anime on my side.

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Finally, he looked to TripleB, who was attempting to prevent his gut from busting. He managed to state something, wheezing, “Wow, you’re a pretty big guy.” “For you.” he replied as he sucked the memes from his body until he was like a raisin. “You’re a ♥♥♥♥ support.” he finished.

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we were having sex (Counter Strike:Globell Offensiv) online and flirt for many hours,,time pass and we get taken down ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ and i pulle out my penis (6.9 inche) but then this girl (???) also take out ♥♥♥♥

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