Thank you for always being you. Ill never forget the times we shared. Rest in peace

I'll miss you buddy, always.

I’ll never forget you brother❤️

always delivers when it counts

nice tactics

hi bro! add me please :)

add me, how about another?

Tactical genius!

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yo man, i actually went to school with you. you were the guy with the porn addiction

Buddy went to my wife's baby shower asking all of our guests if he can "crack their nuts". Cringe for sure.

-rep smooth brain, eats large rocks

♥♥♥♥ gobbler

-rep Uses a Hill Billy (a killer with an insta down chainsaw). Proceeds to camp hooks, and tunnel. Then has the audacity to say "gg," and refer to you as a, "little one," while referring to himself as, "The big guy," in the end game chat.

GET A life lol

ur aids

We have lived underground for sometime now.
From the very first time we started belching smoke and poisons into the air we sealed this fate for ourselves. We called it a revolution in industry, when in fact it was the creation of a monster that would destroy our home and force us underground.
This monster fed on war and suffering – food that we were willing to provide, and with each passing year we became more adept at creating devises that would enhance the final meal that would ultimately lead to that last nail.
As the monster grew, so did we.
Our intelligence and ingenuity increased, but our social responsibility diminished.
We lost the ability to care for one another and could not differentiate between
‘Could we’ and ‘Should we’
When the last day came we sealed the hatches against the sun and fed our bodies on artificial light and processed food.
This was the life we threw away.
For it is mere existence that now describes our being.