Killer fish from San Diego
Killer fish.. Killer fish from San Diego.. I don't know what I am, but I taste really good! I'm a killer fish! Hello! I'll be your killer fish for the evening, Thank you.My bf told me that I remind him of a reinsannce painting
My long distance bf (18m) told me that I (18f) remind him of a reinsannce painting and that I was very pale and I told him I didn’t take that as a compliment and he said why not its “hot” and told me he was hard and that he wants me to be his mona lisa and he will paint me with his oils.
and then we started sexting and he said “does thou want me to cometh inside thy”
it didn’t stop there he went on to talk shakespearan for the rest of what felt like 2 hours saying things like “I want to breedeth thee”, “alloweth me to fondle thy plump bosoms” at one point he called me Elizabeth and told me to call him Henry VII of England… and wanted me to compliment him on how good of a monarch he is
I got really uncomfortable and expressed it to him and he got mad and said I killed the mood and he hopes I get the bubonic plague… we haven’t talked sinceOld Mc SIGMA had a RIZZ 🤑
Old 🤯Mc🥶SIGMA🍷🗿 had💀 a 🤑RIZZ🤑
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And with🤖 his 🤑RIZZ🤑 he had💀 some😏👅GYATS🍑🤪
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With a 😳GYAT🥵🍑GYAT😵🤩 here😍
And a 😜GYAT🧐🍑GYAT🥴🤪 there😍
Here a 👅GYAT🤭😖, there a 👅GYAT😩🤪
Everywhere😏 a GYAT-GYAT🤪🤪
Old 🤯Mc🥶SIGMA🍷🗿 had☠️ a 🤑RIZZ🤑
Ee😍 i ee😍 i o💪If you have under 5K hours, don’t speak, literally shut the fk up.
If the indisputably unparalleled, prodigiously talented, utterly dominant, Mr. HardCarry — the definitive GOAT, Mr. S1mple — says the game is sh*t then the game is sh*t. Period. Claiming that the game is in good condition not only overlooks its evident flaws but also significantly impedes the essential progress and improvements it desperately needs.
I'm going to be real, if you have under 5K hours of competitive play, don't speak, literally shut the f*ck up. You have no idea what you are talking about. It's like giving advice on how to set up a racecar while you have just passed the driving test.
I can't wait for the CS2 tournament. Right now it's an uphill battle because obviously the majority of the players on this subreddit are just not experienced enough to notice the obvious issues that the game has. They've played the game just long enough to fall into the Dunning-Kruger trap, mistaking their limited experience for genuine expertise.
Valve, like any other company, has its own interests at heart. It's important not to romanticize or become overly attached to a corporate entity.I'm going to be real, if you have under 5K hours of competitive play, don't speak, literally shut the f*ck up.Anon goes to college with a gaming laptop
>first day of college
>walk into Computer Science 101 class
>look around, normie MacBooks and pleb laptops abound
>reach into backpack
>summon up all my strength
>powerlift my gaming laptop onto the desk
>catch my breathe for a moment
>reach into my backpack again
>once again summon my strength
>pull out the charging cable (the laptop only lasts 5 minutes without a charge)
>drop it onto the desk, a loud THUMP echoes throughout the classroom and into the hallways >the classroom is now staring in awe of the monster I've just unleashed
>plug the cable in, sparks fly as though Zeus himself blessed the connection
>classmates look on in horror as I open the laptop >as I hover my finger towards the power button, some students begin trying to escape the room >but there is no escape
>press the power button
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RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRelated to the ‘I hate gaming laptop‘ pasta
Ice King’s (Simon) tapes
Hello. My name is Simon Petrikov. I am recording this tape so that people will know my story. I was studying to be an antiquarian of ancient artifacts. Now, I never believed in the supernatural stuff myself, just had a fascination with superstitions. But everything changed when I came into contact with this item. After purchasing this crown from an old dock worker in northern Scandinavia, I brought it home and excitedly showed my fiancée, Betty. I jokingly put it on my head just for a- laugh, or something. And that's when it started. The visions. I fought with them. Shouted at them until I realized it wasn't real, it was the crown! I quickly took it off and saw my fiancée in front of me, looking at me with such contempt. What did I say? What had I done when I wore this crown? All I know is that I never saw Betty again.
Since then, I now see the visions always, whether or not I wear the crown. They tell me the secrets... the secrets of the ice and snow. That the power of the crown will save me with its frost. I don't yet know what this means. As you can see, my skin is beginning to turn blue. My body temperature has been lowering at a supernatural rate, to what is now about thirty degrees celsius. I don't know when it will end. I'm really scared.
I know my mind is changing, but I'm already too far gone to know what to do. I want people to know that... if I do things, if- if I do things that hurt anyone, please, please forgive me.
Just- watch over me until I can find my way out of this labyrinth in my brain and regain my sanity! And then maybe, Betty, my princess, maybe you will love me again. Please, love me again, Betty!