I'm so glad I don't live in the US

cats are cunts

cya in 2 years folks, when some other dipshit necros this thread

lmao can you imagine cheating? like first someone has to be interested in me and then someone ELSE has to be interested in me

yeah dream on kid

guess he shouldn't have been doing all those drugs

Your best bet would be to check https://demos.tf/

I don't know if the i65 demos can be found there, but it's worth a shot.

I am vegetarian stop this immediately please

fucking beat me to it

The Pro-Gamer Headwear: a protective helmet that shields the player's head (and brain) when he rages and slams his head into the keyboard.

we need yukon again

odd, I don't see a second page where we can presumably vote on the good team name suggestions

I'd try not alt-tabbing for a while and see if it makes a difference. Try dustbowl pubbing for like 6 hours without alt tabbing. Go demo with a kritz med and time will FLY

How often do you alt-tab out of the game? I used to have this problem a bunch whenever I alt-tabbed a lot to get a quick glance at my porn to motivate me during scrims.

It was a cold day when Melissa woke up from her slumber. He noticed she had left his hand down his own ya-hoo all night and because of the heat it had merged
together with her hand. Melissa attempted to remove her whole hand from her own kitty-kat but alas, his tra-la-la will never see the light of day again. Melissa
was frightened when he realized she had a dance class today. He had to attend otherwise she would never be able to dance alongside Rodriques, the travestite
badger. That boy sure had moves. Melissa always dreamed of being penetrated by Rodriques stinky jalapeño, and often dreamt of him. But she mustn't lose track
of the situation at hand. He had to waddle over to the kitchen to get supplies. All the while she had to make sure her siamese twin parents didn't see her. As she
neared the kitchen door she heard a yell from the basement:

"MELISSA GET ME THE BAT, YOUR FATHER IS TRYING TO GIVE ORAL TO HIMSELF AGAIN"

Melissa was never quite sure how they reproduced in order for her to walk the earth, but she couldn't spend time on such nonsense. Her father often tried to pleasure
himself and it did quite a number on their food supply.

As she arrived in the kitchen, she found the bat but was unable to pick up due to her hand being stuck in her ba-jazzle. If she wanted to function like a normal
siamese-offspring again, she had to free herself of this earthy restriction. As she was looking for the keys to salvation, she was thinking of Rodriques and his gentle
touch. When Rodriques danced the cha-cha, all Melissa could feel was the sweet sensation of urine floating through her body.

"Oh sweet rodriques, I will cleanse my innocence so that one day you can purify me with your whiskers."

Through the sea of thoughts, she found the necessary supplies. A pack of butter and a large knife. She quickly stabbed herself in her ChangChongLang
and stuffed the pack of butter in. She flim-flammed her jim-jam until it was smooth enough for her hand to be released from this dark prison. She gave it a
good pull, a pull she wishes to give Rodriques one day and finally she was free. With haste, she got on her bike, unknowing that blood was still rushing
down from her chubacabra. She got on the saddle and twisted it in there to block the plug.

"I want to be your horse, Rodriques. Ride me like the bulls in Spain."

She thought. Melissa arrived at the dance studio, having only killed 3 people when they spotted her with a saddle up her cooch. She entered the building and saw there
a horror she will never be able to forget:

"Rodriques!? Do you comprehend what is currently going on in the situation that is at stake of all places?"

As she saw Rodriques eating the carcass of Latishá, the sassy skank bitch with the moves like jagger.

"mildred bby i can esplen latish and i are actuasly bro and sistr and i love me some incest negros"
"But I was going to be your first, Rodriques. I masturbated to the thoughts of your teeth ripping through my united-jewels. I was going to be the girl to take
your badger-inity!"
"bby im sory but ur jus fukken ugly woman u aint black u aint street yall women are white i cant fuk no bish dat white woman u think ur ganstr nawh ur a goraffe"

Melissa was fed up. Filled with anger. Sadness. Fear. Fear that the badger she thought she once loved devours other women. Melissa felt like she couldn't
handle living like this. She took out the saddle from her limbo-larry and threw it at Rodriques and Latishá. All the while a fountain of red came spewing
out of her. The carpet, the windows, the building, the continent became red. Melissa was spreading her juices across all the nations, until she felt the
poor souls drown in her blood. All but one.

"Rodriques. I once wanted to dance the sex with you, but you have betrayed me."
"no bby im not gun fuk u ur dumb bith lel"

That's when Melissa grabbed onto her insides, and pulled it. Pulled it like she would pull Rodriques all night. Her inside came out. And as she was laying there
Rodriques came up to her body, floating in a sea of red sticky goo and whispered in her ears:

"lel im ur dad"

THE END

who else is going to lay down a little less than a grand for the VR kit to play this game?