i love june. sorry to hear about that buddy :[ get this guy a team

teng I CARE! it sounds like somebody needs a motherfucking hug. come here big guy! give papa sean a hug!

anybody coming from nyc able to give me a lift? got dat gas

just grow out of this box

it's got no fucking top

or just put my hand up and mime my way outta this one

You're right, lets start a revolution.

This will not stand for any longer. For far too long, the government of drug companies and their grip on our medicinal sanctity has kept us oppressed, and in the dark. Together, we can take them by storm, ending their undeserved power!

12/2/12 never forget

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_tb2KKjUpM&feature=related

Powah, go on this show and sing just like this strapping lad. You'll hit the states in no time. NO TIME.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLsYlXUl1Jo&feature=related

so fucking good

my aim is taking a hit with the dx9 also- mainly due to fps dropping when rockets are fired(i think)

i want dx8 back holy shit please

deathmatch

I'm going to tell you guys something that not everybody may know. Firstly, we all know that TS is a very good player, he knows where to be and when, and he hits shots. Now onto the meaty stuff.

Not only is TS an extraordinary player, he's literally the best brother on the planet. There was a time when TS was a baby, when he thought "Hey, there's something missing from my mediocre life". That ingredient, was a brother. Training his brother from a young age to be the best he could be, the two of them thrived. But all good things must end. His brother began to play pranks on certain individuals, and TS could do nothing but cry about it(and you bet your ass he was the best cry baby he could be). TS tried, he pleaded and tugged, but it was all for naught. His brother had joined the dark side. His brother had abandoned all legitimacy.

to be continued

if saltysally started hacking i legitimately think that the tf2 community would never be bored again

Driving down the road one night, I got a feeling that I should have been home yesterday.....yesterday. Country roads, take me home...to the place I belong, NYC, mountain mama, take me home..country roads.

But that isn't the whole story- no, not even close. Late one night traveling along the country roads' wilderness I stumbled across an ominous looking figure, and he whispered words I simply cannot forget. He said to me...."sean.....bump....bump....bump your thread......bump....bump"

bump

imagine that- if a team picks him up, he could be the first german to say "hey, lets pug!" or, "time to scrim for our MATCH!"

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