When I and my sister were young (Before my younger brother was born) We used to put bucket on our heads and charge at each other.

I once climbed into our house's roof when I was three.

Edit: God dammit.

i want game
tftv upfrag me for game
thank you

One time eating oreos as a kid i coughed and oreo cream came out from my nose

i did the thing with my gf on my car and there were 3 guards walking in front of my car and suspiciously looking at my car

up frag me i want game

Awesome pics. Great size. Look thick. Solid. Tight. Keep us all posted on your continued progress with any new progress pics or vid clips. Show us what you got man. Wanna see how freakin' huge, solid, thick and tight you can get. Thanks for the motivation.

https://youtu.be/kNv5Cm_2ah4?t=184

http://www.mediafire.com/file/5id7b51yx996j1g/
Enjoy

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viper is bad

plus frag me

One day I googled my steam name and found this on the third result page:

https://pastebin.com/tqv7XdTY

I Recently Discovered My Great Great Great Grandfather Was A Cowboy In The Wild West This Is A Picture Of Him

http://i.imgur.com/GQ2VE7w.jpg

One day in middle school, the teacher had stapled answer sheets to the back of every test by mistake. A few minutes after passing the tests around, his phone rang and he stepped out of the classroom. Everyone noticed the answer sheet and we decided that we would all use it and tear it off after, thinking hopefully he would never notice. So I checked each of the answers and they were all correct except for the last one. We were supposed to draw a flow chart for a process. I checked the answer sheet, "answers will vary." I drew my flow chart, tore off the answer sheet and walked to the front podium to turn the test in. When I got to the podium I had to know. I needed to see what everyone else had drawn for their flow chart. Everyone had written "answers will vary" on their tests. I don't remember what the teacher did about it.

One time when I was a kid I dropped a pumpkin down my neighbor's chimney. To this day I have no idea what the fuck I was thinking.

Edit : rip i lost already

I dont have a story but here's a picture of two dogs

https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/3b/bc/d7/3bbcd721fc7b53e3a7655aa0b77b6441.jpg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fel4I5nqYhU

FeelsBadMan

I was about 4 or 5 years old and I ended up coming home from school early because of a dentist appointment and I remember I was super bored. I really wanted to play Rayman 3 on my Playstation 2 but I know my brother had let one of our neighbors borrow it, but they had it for like a week already and I really wanted to play it.

My mother had to go to the grocery store quickly, she probably wouldn't be gone for more than 10-15 minutes. I looked outside and I saw their car was gone. I approached the house and remembered they had just recently installed a burglary alarm so I was scared of trying the front door. I approached their back yard and started to slowly climb the fence, noticing halfway through that their dog was sleeping in the backyard and somehow I did not wake her up. I quickly made my way to their screen door that I know they never kept locked and slipped in.

I went down to their basement where I know they kept their games and started looking for my precious Rayman 3. The bastards weren't even playing it still, I found it in its case and they had some lame ass game I didn't care about in their ps2. I spent a bit of time looking at what games they had, but eventually started making my way upstairs to leave.

Right as I got to ground level I heard the door opening, i was freaking out a bit running off of pure instinct at that point and ran upstairs to their second level. I saw the sister's room didn't have a door and had those hippie beads in the doorway instead and I ran in there. I was looking for a place to hid and saw I fit just perfectly under her bed. I slid under there and like 10 seconds later she walked into her room. I was thinking "holy shit I'm so done for what will they think what will my parents think I'm screwed" but then like 30 seconds pass and she just started doing her makeup in her mirror and I was so relaxed compared to what I was a second ago, I knew it was smooth sailing from here.

I let her finish her makeup, took about 2-3 minutes, waited for the door to slam close. I peeked out the front window and saw no car or any people there and I slowly slid out the back screen door, this time I didn't have to climb the fence I could open in front the inside and then I sprinted home and was able to play Rayman 3.

GXL 2015

I get a king suite that is separated into two rooms. Some of the TFTV production crew stays with me, as well as my roommate, and Alfa. The production crew wasn't going to arrive until late Friday / early Saturday or something like that, so the first night was my roommate, Alfa, and me. Alright, cool.

After I leave the LAN for the night, I hit up Marmaduke's room. There's Marmaduke, Rick, Rando, 4-5 other people that I can't remember off the top of my head (I know some of them were Rick's crew that he brings to some LANs), and a very wasted Alfa. I guess some of them went to some restaurant before this and got some Italian food or something, too. Anyway, we chill in the room for a while. Sometime later, Alfa said he was gonna go back to the room to get some sleep. When I leave, I notice Alfa is in the lounge area, nearly passed out at a table. I wake him up and we go to the room.

So, king suite = king bed. Alfa and I share the king bed. We chat for a little bit, but I said that I really wanted to try to get some sleep. Now, keep in mind that over the past few months, I've had various health problems with restlessness, increased heart rate for no reason, dizziness, panic attacks, waking up in the middle of the night in a panic, etc. Just a whole bunch of annoying shit (which I think ended up being bad anxiety). So, I really wanted to try to fall asleep quickly before some of those things possibly happened. I could hear him texting a bit, which didn't really bother me or anything.

Ten minutes pass by, and I hear him go "blurrruhghgh."

I immediately think to myself "you know, that kinda sounded like he almost threw up or something, but I'm gonna just go back to sleep with full confidence that he's not throwing up and I won't have to deal with this shit right now :DDDdd"

Ten seconds later, I hear him go "BLURRRUGHGHGUGHH." He UNQUESTIONABLY threw up. The room was pitch black, but it didn't matter. Remember the part of the third Matrix movie where Neo is blind but he can still use his hearing to perfectly visualize everything? Yeah, I could just visualize the chunks flying out of his mouth. I could feel the vibrations of the vomit splashing against the bed. It was fucked. It was all fucked.

I reluctantly got out of bed and turned on the lights. I see Alfa, throwing up all over the fucking bed. That Italian restaurant he hit up earlier? All over the bed. Just this incredible cocktail of tomato sauce and alcohol, giving wonderful color to the entire bed where all the sheets, comforters, and pillows that were formerly white. He looks up at me and says "ugh, help." I laugh and go "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?" I look around, and the only thing I see are these trash cans that are like 3 inches by 10 inches (seriously). I give him this entirely unhelpful trash can, to which I don't even think he bothered to throw up in.

Now, I cannot stress enough how much of an endless stream this boy had vomited. It lasted for what seemed like five or ten minutes. I made him get up and finish his Pollock splatter painting in the sink. When he seemed to reach the end of his vomit spree, he went into the bathroom. While he was cooling off in there, I called the front desk and explained that my retard friend threw up all over the sheets and needed some new ones. At this point, I notice it's like 3 AM and who the fuck knows when I'll be able to fall asleep. My roommate is still in the other part of the suite, completely passed out and oblivious to everything that just happened.

Some chick comes up to the room with trash bags, ready to bag up these vomit-infested sheets. I already feel awful for the girl already, so I tell her not to worry about it and I'll bag up the sheets and give them to her. I also give her like a $10 tip, which I think I had Alfa reimburse me for because fuck this shit. She came back up with new sheets and I put them on the bed, then asked Alfa if he wanted some water or something. He said sure, so I went down to the lobby to grab him some water. I could still hear Alfa periodically throw up while he was in the bathroom, but it seemed like it wasn't as frequent as when it had started. I knock on the bathroom to give him some water, and he tells me to come in. I open the door to hand him the water. Alfa is on the toilet, and he's shirtless with his pants down to his ankles, with fresh vomit ALL OVER HIS LEGS AND PANTS. Oh my fucking god.

After everything has calmed down, I try to go to sleep. Alfa is still recovering in the bathroom. I try to sleep for almost an hour, but I am extremely restless and my heart rate is racing. I feel extremely uneasy and my anxiety tells me I need to go to the emergency room. Again, this is part of the full year where I had various health problems and couldn't figure out what was wrong. I wake up my roommate and tell him to bring me to the ER. We go to the ER, doctor tells me I'm fine and gives me some stuff to calm down, and I'm out of there in about an hour.

We get back to the hotel, and I was so worried about my health that I didn't mention a single thing to my roommate. In fact, I don't even know if he was aware that Alfa was in the room. My roommate was headed towards the bathroom, and all I wanted to do was go back to bed, so I didn't think anything of it. My roommate opens the door, jumps back, and yells "WHAT THE FUCK???"

My poor roommate just wanted to take a shit after a rough morning of taking me to the ER, but he is unexpectedly greeted by a completely passed out Alfa on the toilet, completely naked from head to toe, head resting on his knees, legs still covered in dry vomit, basically surrounded in a vile pool of what used to be food and alcohol. Even trying to brush your teeth was a chore, because the sink was doused in various noodles birthed by Alfa hours earlier.

The hotel was not gonna clean up the mess and neither was I. Alfa had to stay back at the room for an hour and clean everything (which I will say he did a good job). Still, what a fucking night.

Fragile really wants that game

today i was walking outside and the wind made my sideburns whistle

the end

really tough competition here between the meme and a 12 paragraph story, cant wait to see how this turns out

thefragile is lying i was the cleaning lady and it was rando that threw up everywhere not alfa i dont even have a game i want though can i just have 4 keys

think of a number between 1-10
was it

Same here.
Let's cry together for this embarrassing loss.

i was going to post about saam smoking weed at Rewind LAN but i see Fragile has already been here and i didn't even have to read the post to know what he wrote

gg

Post story anyways please

aaaaand there goes my appetite :)

good read!

TFTV is messed up for flyingbuddy at the moment, so flyingbuddy wanted me to post. I asked for Heavy Bullets and I got it :)

Thanks!

Special shoutout to Alfa. I'm 99% sure he still doesn't know that I posted that, but a handful of people already knew anyway. :3

Actually, I woke up in the tub with warm water up to my neck and had a decent sleep after I lost 5kg vomiting. Thx for not letting me die my man.