Merry Christmas Jet

bloody and beaten, i was on my knees, in a pool of my own bodily fluids gasping for breath, i looked up and saw the massive berlin wall of a man that towered over me. little did he know, whether its the berlin wall or the great wall, all walls, must eventually fall.

"what the matter, boy, chicken?" said the man towering over me. he had white hair in a short, comb-over style, a very respectible beard, and a grotesque face that only a mother could love. it was none other than colonel sanders

"prepared to be fried, chicken boy. kentucky fried." colonel sanders kicked me in the stomach, and put his boot on my head, he was gradually pressing down harder and harder. i still had my head in the game, it was time to use it or lose it.

i mustered up all the strength and smashed colonel sanders in the face with my super starlight skyuppercut move. i hit him so hard, i sent him flying to saturn.

i looked at the sun setting on the horizion, and whispered to myself "im loving it"

-rep, stole my virginity

this guy is cool and make funnie joke

Het

The phrase “it’s just a game” is such a weak mindset. You are ok with what happened, losing, imperfection of a craft. When you stop getting angry after losing, you’ve lost twice.

There’s always something to learn, and always room for improvement, never settle.