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Mu[T]z1K 22 Feb @ 1:50pm 
have an offer for ya, added mate.
Buth 15 Feb @ 8:48pm 
+rep knows all the strats
BB 19 Aug, 2024 @ 5:59pm 
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Zandank 15 Aug, 2024 @ 4:19pm 
Can you guys do Sunday instead
76561199386437346 30 Mar, 2024 @ 7:25am 
lets play <3
bonk 30 Dec, 2023 @ 10:26pm 
Great to play with, but also a bit high-maintenance. I've had to replace my monitor 2 times this year after the 1637 team flashes they threw.
https://leetify.com/2023/76561198043197729#friends
GodSpeed867 28 Dec, 2023 @ 4:32pm 
Great to play with, but also a bit high-maintenance. I've had to replace my monitor 2 times this year after the 471 team flashes they threw.
https://leetify.com/2023/76561198089651236#friends
soup! 16 Oct, 2023 @ 5:34pm 
improve yourself as an individual
Dee 1 Sep, 2023 @ 9:35pm 
absolute dog water and on top of that just weird
这夏天太冷 6 May, 2023 @ 11:59pm 
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Black 4 May, 2019 @ 7:16pm 
8=========================D
Vaquero 6 Jan, 2019 @ 5:47pm 
missin u
Vaquero 10 Jul, 2014 @ 9:53pm 
Alright then, picture this if you will:
10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my "need to know" post, just outside of Area 51.
Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thing with just a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this.
Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks, and me yelping...
Holy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥!

Then the X-Files being, looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossellini lips and breath that reeked of vanilla Chig Champa,
did a slow-mo Matrix descent out of the butt end of the banana vessel and hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip and all I could think was: "I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my ♥♥♥♥♥♥' pants."