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PMing everyone on this website individually and asking “do you think my statuses are funny?” with an attached stock photo of a man (super buff) crying.
4 yrs ago
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PMing everyone on this website individually and asking “do you think my statuses are funny?” with an attached stock photo of a man (super buff) crying.
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4 yrs ago
The people who wrote the instructions for my sister's new printer failed to consider that I might be tripping balls while trying to help her set it up.
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4 yrs ago
I'm in the lab, cooking up a status that will make every mad at me, together. I can heal this website by being as wrong and annyoing as possible.
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4 yrs ago
Met a guy yesterday who looked and sounded exactly like Hank Hill. Made my week. Logged in today and realized yesterday was this accounts sixth birthday. The universe gave me a gift for the occasion.
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5 yrs ago
Finally getting to that age where I realize that I'm becoming my dad. Called some guy at work "old boy" because I couldn't remember his name. If I order any ww2 books just put me down like a dog, man.
We got a buff American, A lame Scottish dude, A Homosexual Canadian with a very large machine gun, A mean Japanese lady, a pacifist Latino, and some random British lady. There's no way this could go wrong
Tavish was more than a little unnerved. Then again, being unnerved was an occupational hazard in his line of work. The chopper smelled vaguely of piss. Wonderful. He checked his gear with shaking hands. A Mossberg Pump and an MP7. He'd been in situations with worse. He'd also used better. No matter.
His uniform was well, uniform. It was fairly standard PMC stuff. He was currently wearing a button of shirt and slacks. How overdressed he must look. As he started unbuttoning his shirt he spoke.
"You guys are lucky, normally I charge for this." Accompanied by a toothy grin. "The name's Tavish. Tavish MacIntyre."