+rep he is very kind and funny

Please respond, I am the mother of a 9 year old that you played Minesweeper with. After your [One "vs" One] match with him he came home with a sore back, not too long after that he got diagnosed with autism out of the sudden, my child has always been very loquacious and talktive, it all started changing after your match please tell me what happened in your private lobby, i tried joining the lobby but it asked for my credit card information for some reason so i didn't trust that, Please don't take offense in this but the internet is a wild place nowadays you can't trust anything anymore. more importantly tho, i await your reply, please contact me at "My_Kid_Has_Autisim@Hotmail.com" if you happen to read this.

So thats it huh? After everything? Just up and leave? Well... okay. If that's how it's going to be then I guess that's how it's going to be. By the way - that night we met? I hated that stupid zombie movie. I wanted to go home but i thought you no what? I'll give this guy a chance. Well that's the last chance i'll ever give anyone because I've wasted 3 years of my life living with a useless hunk of junk. Enjoy your life, I hope I never have to cross paths with you again.

Haha, look who it is, ol' tough guy from the block. You think you know me, what I'm capable of? I'll tear down this whole room with a flick of the wrist, mark my words. Chump. -rep called me gay in csgo please report him

I knew him once, once a long time ago. Two tribes, locked in a war that did not have a beginning and did not seem to ever end. This perpetual conflict lead to cults, leaders of men and great warriors every generation. That was, until the last generation. The time had come, the time to end the war. It was inevitable, one tribe ensuring their survival by killing every last woman of their blood-sworn enemies. A necessairy evil? The year was 364 AD. There are records of one they call Jorde, Woman Slayer. His exploits changed the face of warfare forever, and allowed his tribe to dominate the land for the centuries to come.

You say stripping ain't for you? What is for you? Things seem to me like stripping was the only thing you ever could do after Miranda left your sorry ass. I've tried being Mr. Nice guy and that didn't work so I'm gunna give it to you straight, I'm not pulling any punches. You get out there and show the world the kind of stripper that you are or you're gunna live your white vest stained like out alone and miserable for the rest of your days.