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Hello i saw your post on dotabuff from 2017 , saying you had issues with Dota2 connection. Im having the same issue now , how did yo ufix it? when i launch dota2 , it messes up my whole connection... Thanks in advance

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Stomp knee isn't so great? Are you kidding me? When was the last time you saw a combo with such style and grace with captain falcon? Stomp knee puts the game in another level, and we will be blessed if we ever see a combo with its beauty and sickness again. Waveshine up smash breaks records. Pillar combos break records. Stomp knee breaks the rules. You can keep your statistics. I prefer the magic.

yo dude, send me a friend request, lets play together

hi mate, can you add me? just for a quick chat

hey, i cant send you friend request, so can you add me please? its urgent

hi, can you send me friend request? i cant add you, idk why

EVERY MORNING I WAKE UP AND OPEN PALM SLAM A VHS INTO THE SLOT. ITS CHRONICLES OF RIDDICK AND RIGHT THEN AND THERE I START DOING THE MOVES ALONGSIDE WITH THE MAIN CHARACTER, RIDDICK. I DO EVERY MOVE AND I DO EVERY MOVE HARD. MAKIN WHOOSHING SOUNDS WHEN I SLAM DOWN SOME NECROS OR EVEN WHEN I MESS UP MY TECHNIQUE. NOT MANY CAN SAY THEY ESCAPED THE GALAXYS MOST DANGEROUS PRISON. I CAN. I SAY IT AND I SAY IT OUTLOUD EVERYDAY TO PEOPLE IN MY COLLEGE CLASS AND ALL THEY DO IS PROVE PEOPLE IN COLLEGE CLASS CAN STILL BE IMMATURE JEKRS. AND IVE LEARNED ALL THE LINES AND IVE LEARNED HOW TO MAKE MYSELF AND MY APARTMENT LESS LONELY BY SHOUTING EM ALL. 2 HOURS INCLUDING WIND DOWN EVERY MORNIng

I got beat up tonight at the mall. i was walking with my girlfriend, i forgot what i said but she said "heh you're so mean" some chinese kid with some other hood kids says "i'm always nice" i was like what the f*ck, so i said "you're always RICE, ching chiing chong" and i slanted my eyes he ran towards me, but i thought i could take him so i just yelled "run, he knows karate!" and he whooped my a** in front of my girlfriend. and then we saw john carter, and it sucked

i honestly was dry heaving almost puking (89% of the way to real puke) looking at the Marina Abromichv child effigy covered in blood. Sick sh*t playa. gotta get rid of these f*ckos. they gotta go. You know it. Anyway Chelsea Clinton was never good looking enough for those types of parties, they skipped over her because she was always ugly, can you believe that, she probably wishes she was spirit cooking with mom and stepdad but they passed her over cus she's butt ugly. Her new name is Chelsea Butt. we also call her Horse Face Chelsea. listen, ive been called ugly, im sure my face is ugly to a lot of people, im not big into bullying but seriously this is an ugly f*ckin woman. If you were horny tonight and perhaps J___ing O_f, you lost your boner looking at sledge face butt guts Chelsea horse mouth. Shes ugly as f*cking sh*t

hey man how did u solve the dota killing your internet ? https://www.dotabuff.com/topics/2017-12-13-dota-killing-internet

When I was 9, my neighbor had a birthday party in her backyard complete with hired clown and tons of helium balloons. I gathered about 15 balloons and tied the strings together to make one rope. Then I tied that to the collar of her kitten and, with her and her parents screaming NO! and rushing towards me, I set it aloft. The balloons carried the cat straight up in the air and soon was just a dot in the sky. The father actually assaulted me; he punched me in the head and threw me on the floor. His wife had to hold him back. The girl was screaming and crying hysterically and I ran home. My own parents wanted to kill me and until the day they moved they never spoke to me or my family again. The cat was never recovered. I feel a great deal of shame for that one impulsive act that forever changed me and my parents. I’m sorry

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My family poops big. Maybe it's genetic, maybe it's our diet, but everyone births giant logs of crap. If anyone has laid a mega-poop, you know that sometimes it won't flush. It lays across the hole in the bottom of the bowl and the vortex of draining water merely gives it a spin as it mocks you.Growing up, this was a common enough occurrence that our family had a poop knife. It was an old rusty kitchen knife that hung on a nail in the laundry room, only to be used for that purpose. It was normal to walk through the hallway and have someone call out "hey, can you get me the poop knife"?I thought it was standard kit. You have your plunger, your toilet brush, and your poop knife.Fast forward to 22. It's been a day or two between poops and I'm over at my friend's house. My friend was the local dealer and always had 'guests' over, because you can't buy weed without sitting on your ass and sampling it for an hour. I excuse myself and lay a gigantic turd. I

look down and see that it's a sideways one, so I crack the door and call out for my friend. He arrives and I ask him for his poop knife."My what?" Your poop knife, I say. I need to use it. Please."Wtf is a poop knife?"Obviously he has one, but maybe he calls it by a more delicate name. A fecal cleaver? A Dung divider? A guano glaive? I explain what it is I want and why I want it.He starts giggling. Then laughing. Then lots of people start laughing. It turns out, the music stopped and everyone heard my pleas through the door. It also turns out that none of them had poop knives, it was just my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up family with their ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up bowels. FML.I told this to my wife last night, who was amused and horrified at the same time. It turns out that she did not know what a poop knife was and had been using the old rusty knife hanging in the utility closet as a basic utility knife. Thankfully she didn't cook with it, but used it to open Amazon boxes.She will be getting her own utility knife now.

I'm not gay, but I would've loved to have been there with them. It would've made him feel more comfortable to have another guy there, I'm sure, and I could've helped out since it seemed like he was only paying attention to one girl at a time. I've yet to see the full, unedited scene though. I did just ♥♥♥ to this though, no joke. I spent the last hour downloading several very high quality scenes, and then before anything I end up ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ to a quick eFukt scene. It was great though. I had been warming up for nearly an hour, so it was no biggie, and my downloads aren't going anywhere.

Hi, I trade my pudge arcana for any 10 Dota2 loading screens - if you want send me trade offer, I will accept

Hi bro, check Dota 2 Exhange bot where you can trade your useless rares or mythicals for really good items. They want just 32 rares for Codicil and 10 rares for rippers reel
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Blinded by the headlights of the van you freeze in place despite your inner monologue screaming at you to run. As the trigendered xe's begin to pound on the sides of the van and belt out blood curdling screams the driver begins to rev xer engine. You hear what could only be the emergency brake disengaging as the van hurdles towards you. Jumping into windshield in an attempt to survive this encounter you close your eyes for a second only to go suddenly numb, feeling a warm sensation from your legs and the back of your head, your gaze begins to become hazy and your only thought is that of failing to save Mark Zuckerburg who is stashed in the trunk of the van which has now killed you.

Before you completely fade away one of the masked polyamorous biautistic shewolves comes out to check on you, this one appeared to be the driver. As she removes her mask you almost couldn't make out that it was Zuckerburg's Asian wife. The last sound you hear is "Hoho."

[Bad End]

I am prepared to pay $10,000.00 USD for your Pudge Weapon that you were using the other day..... :D :D :D

I can give my Fractal Horns of Inner Abysm arcana for all of your dota 2 loading screens (Im collecting them) so if it's ok for you send me trade offer please. Link in my bio

omg, Chao! I'm your biggest fan! The way you play pudge just makes me cream out my ass with excitement like a small dog that is yet to be trained.

Forgive an email from an anonymous admirer. I have seen you around socially and have even been introduced to you once. I am a man about your age and I dont know that I have seen a man so sexually desirable. Please dont fear a friendly compliment. I know that you are married happily but if youre willing I would like to play a game with you. I would like to send you a few emails with a sexual challenge,a proposal of a little sexual risk you might not otherwise take. What would excite me more than anything is if you would write back telling me how the experiment went. This is not intended as a way of getting you into bed. We will likely never meet again. This is just a modest little adventure, an intriguing game to play, and I promise never to ask too much or put you in harms way. If you agree my only request is that you dont speak of this for the moment to your wife. You can always say No but for the moment just the thought of you considering a "Yes" excites me more than you can imagine

Waluigi is the ultimate example of the individual shaped by the signifier. Waluigi is a man seen only in mirror images; lost in a hall of mirrors he is a reflection of a reflection of a reflection. You start with Mario – the wholesome all Italian plumbing superman, you reflect him to create Luigi – the same thing but slightly less. You invert Mario to create Wario – Mario turned septic and libertarian – then you reflect the inversion in the reflection: you create a being who can only exist in reference to others. Waluigi is the true nowhere man, without the other characters he reflects, inverts and parodies he has no reason to exist. Waluigi’s identity only comes from what and who he isn’t – without a wider frame of reference he is nothing. He is not his own man. In a world where our identities are shaped by our warped relationships to brands and commerce we are all Waluigi

Hi Amanda, you look really gorgeous in this video. Wishing you a Merry Christmas and a happy new year. Wow, 36FFs, very nice pair of lung hammers, glad you showed your bellybutton too, it's very cute, nice curvy hips too. Could you do a belly dance video in your bra and panties and some jumping jacks in a bikini? I love huge, bouncing bazoongas. A bikini cooking video would be nice too. Your face and hair look really pretty too. Take care of those beautiful breasts, hips and bellybutton and have a great day.

When I was 15 I accidentally left open trap porn on the family laptop, but rather than just own up to it after my mom found it, I said it wasn't mine but my mom's ex-husband/dad's, who had visited earlier. My mom was furious and called my dad, call him freak scum who intentionally left extremely gross pornography lying around his children. He said it wasn't his, and she said she was going to sue him for sexual assault. Then I got worried that my antics were going to land my father in jail, so I told her, and then she signed me up to see a psychiatrist. All three of us went to some rinky dink office filled with children's toys while this man with a lisp asked me if I played Guitar Hero and inquired deeply about my sexuality in front of my parents. Later when I was in my early 20s I found out my mom had told me sisters, and they called me ♥♥♥♥♥♥ lover in front of my relatives at Easter dinner because I had refused to pass more mashed potatoes.My favorite Radiohead track is Worrywort

I had no friends so I hung out with the retarded kids. One of them was this big tall fat guy named Joe who always wore sweatpants in gym. He would lie down on the basketball court and refuse to participate. On a warm spring day, this group of girls was wearing short shorts and attracting a lot of attention. Joe apparently was aroused, and the entire class saw him lying down in the basketball court with a massive tent in the front of his sweatpants. The guy was stacked. Everybody was laughing and I thought it would be funny if I ran up and pushed down on his erection like as if it were a Staples button, and then say, "Staples: That was easy!" Nobody thought it was funny and Joe punched me in the side of the head hard with his super-enhanced ♥♥♥♥♥♥ strength. It hurt like a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. After class in the locker room one of the jocks sat me down and told me that what I did out there wasnt funny, kind of gross and very abusive. Event the retarded kids wouldn't hang out with me after that

one time i saw some kid in the back of a short bus who looked dead, his face was pressed up against the glass and it was pale. it was tinted windows and it looked like a horror movie. the short bus took off and I always remembered that dying looking child in the back of the short bus.

the black kids at school intimidate me. One palmed my head like a basketball and said "you a small ♥♥♥♥♥". They block me when I try to get a drink from the drinking fountain near the bathroom of my 7th block class, they do it on purpose and wait for me to say "excuse me". One time one of them stole my pizza at lunch, he was sitting next to me and grabbed it from my plate and ate it like a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ caveman. I said "what the ♥♥♥♥ is your problem?" but he just kept his back to me and ate it like a feral animal. I would do something about it, but I know that they would all just gang up on me and pummel me until my head until I'm near death. I feel like the kind of person that would die from one punch. They also own guns so I don't really feel like doing anything about it. I don't have anything against black people in general, but this group is obviously motivated against me for racial reasons that I dont understand.

Sharon Stoned: man
Sharon Stoned: there is something extra nostlagic about seinfeld dvds
Sharon Stoned: for some reason
Sharon Stoned: dont you think
Sharon Stoned: some great dvd menus
Sharon Stoned: season two disc four, an amazing disc, i believe it is the one where you can put your finger through the hole and it looks like kramers ♥♥♥♥

Man, I just came to see if we had any games in common, but I've been sucked into reading all of the stuff dude below me has posted. This is some gold.

I defiantly know you can get an iguana high! 17 or 18 years ago I used to get my best friends 3 foot iguana (that he raised since it was a baby) high all the time! Since my friend didn't smoke the lizard was my smoking buddy! My friend used to get so pissed at me for doing it because he invested A LOT of time in that lizard for it to be as tame and friendly as it was.At the time I thought it was funny cause after we would smog down the lizard would climb back into his cage,perch on a big limb that was in there and wait for me to feed him some lettuce.The thing that had me laughing my butt off and also prove it was stoned was while it eats it's lettuce you can sit there and watch it chew on a big mouthful and as he was chewing you could watch his eyes slowly start to shut and he chews slower and slower and right when you think he is fixing to fall all of a sudden his eye's open up real wide he levels his body back out and finishes chewing up the lettuce.I sure miss that lizard.

It sucks that todays society is so different that there's legitimately good reasons to not want men to masturbate freely in public because nowadays it means you're probably a dangerous weirdo instead of an enlightened free spirit. They should have some kind of formal test set up where you are thoroughly interviewed by a panel of scientists, philosophers, nobel laureates etc. and if you are the .01 percent who meets the criteria of being a true modern day philospher and gentleman you are given a special glowing e-bracelet so that if you are in public and are struck by a sublimely erotic idea you can freely explore its possibilities in your mind with no care to your ephemeral worldly surroundings. Instead of being horrified at some random dude jacking off in a mall food court you could just hold up your glowing wrist and everyone would smile solemnly and feel priveliged to be allowed to witness a great mind at work

i have a tiny ♥♥♥♥ and even smaller balls. the balls are above the ♥♥♥♥ also. the balls hang down around the ♥♥♥♥ like the ears on a basset hound. the ♥♥♥♥ stinks and i hate it. the balls do not smell. however, i also hate the balls. thank you.

You didn't want to win when you were 15-0 as BS. I asked you to push and you wouldn't. Therefore, I refused to help you win late game. You gave them all the room in the world to farm and you deserved to lose. I hope you learned something.

This may or may not be a sex ad. I don't know yet. It's not important. What is important is that I need a young man, between 18 and 29, to get over here and spend many hours of his time playing killer7 on my GameCube, because it is brilliant, and because no ♥♥♥♥ he ever sucks or strokes or receives will ever be as important as experiencing killer7. I am offering you the chance to improve your life, at no cost to you aside from some of your time. I expect this to be ongoing, because killer7 is way too ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ long (it took me ~20 hours to clear) and you simply *must* see the ending. It's a deliciously demented mental orgasm.You must be at least 18 because killer7 is an M-rated game featuring extreme violence and adult themes. You must be no older than 29 because killer7 is the voice of our generation, and the surrealistic sociopolitical dialogue cutscenes interspersed with shallow rail shooting will surely not resonate with middle-aged audiences outside of Japan

You must be a man because uhhhhhhhhhhh videogames.All those naked pictures of me are because I may or may not be naked during this. You are not here for me. You are here to play killer7, and only to play killer7, and you must not let me distract you from killer7. It is a singleplayer game so I will not be playing it with you. I might watch you, I might rub you, I might blow you, I might take a shower with the door open, I might fall asleep, I might play a different videogame or read a book, I might leave my apartment and go somewhere to eat. Don't expect anything out of this other than to be amazed by killer7. If you seem awkward and unwilling to fully immerse yourself in Suda51's wacky and wonderful cel-shaded post-9/11 fantasyland, I will turn you away. Serious replies ONLY.

ahahha lol your photo ? http://imageres.org/images/img854313 :D:D nice )) ahah rofl

Man dies in his sleep from breathing in his own farts. A terrible diet and room with no ventilation are being blamed for the death of a man who was killed by his own gas. There was no mark on his body but an autopsy showed large amounts of methane gas in his system. His diet had consisted primarily of beans and cabbage (and a couple of other things). It was just the right combination of foods. It appears that the man died in his sleep from breathing the poisonous cloud that was hanging over his bed. Had he been outside or had his windows been opened, it wouldn't have been fatal, but the man was shut up in his near airtight bedroom. According to the article, "He was a big man with a huge capacity for creating 'this deadly gas.'" Three of the rescuers got sick and one was hospitalized.

You want to come kill me? I will no longer legally fight back. I don't have the will to live anymore. Come kill me, brother of Yalitz Lopez. It's the only way I'll go away. On May 4th at 4pm at 824 Old George Washington Hwy N, Chesapeake, VA 23323. It's a public library with a lot of open space, so don't fear an ambush. I'm waiting an extra week so I can watch some Talladega racing, but fear not because I'll come unarmed and sit at a bench - wearing a full graphic anime shirt, double sided. It cost me $80, so just shoot me in the head and keep the blood of the shirt. I'd like to be buried with it. And please don't hurt any civilians or police officers in the process. Just me. I surrender, it's my life you want and my life isn't worth living if I don't have the girl I love to live for. I'm prepared to die. Don't leave me waiting or I'll give you a reason to come kill me again.

at my old house there was this creek that ran through the end of my garden, it was so filled with eels. there was some pretty damn fat eels in there which I would hunt and play around with, so one day when my neighbours cat stole my cats food, I hunted an especially fat eel, then found the cat sitting on a fence then proceeded to smack the everliving ♥♥♥♥ out of it with the eel, it flew like 13 meters at least. god i need a shot of whiskey