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Rank: You're gonna stick that where?
Groups: Registered User, Server Admin, {pDs} Member
Joined: 6/24/2008
Posts: 419
Points: 649
Location: Eden Prairie, Minnesota
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personally i've gotten tired of server problems and frankly, a lower grade of people on the servers... i miss the days when i could be playing with 6-7 pds and 3 gwdr at any given time along with other regulars like daniel or ed, but there are no personalities out there anymore no more crappy trying to egg daniel on, no more murdy flipping out, no more starting the reactor or competitions to kill bendy before he gets a medic whore... no one talks except for the occasional mic spammer or someone with tourette syndrome... put these together with the face that tf2 is getting stale and it's just not worth the while to play on tempest anymore... i've been on a few times when i see a bunch of former regulars but now i avoid it like the plague since i know i'm just gonna end up leaving 5 minute into the game because its about as entertaining as... i dunno...saber's mom? i haven't said that for awhile :D McCheese wrote:I've always said all women are 2 drinks away from full on lesbian action Lead Salad wrote:I never figured whut for a fairy..wait, yes, yes I did. Snipme wrote:erk cant have me my penis will annilihate his ass hole
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Rank: Fuckstick
Groups: Registered User, Server Admin
Joined: 1/25/2008
Posts: 901
Points: 528
Location: Vancouver, BC
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Don't bail out yet. I bought a crappy graphics card for the upstairs computer with the good CPU. It's finally time for TF2 again. Win Cookies Awarded: 7 (bawwwwww)
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Rank: Advanced Member
Groups: Registered User
Joined: 5/5/2009
Posts: 36
Points: 108
Location: Denver, CO
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Benedict XVI wrote:Gib_Omelet wrote:
I am okay with Mrs. Crawdad not giving me pie, as we all know the path to righteousness can only be found through the rising goodness of cake. Biscuit-cake, that is.
Cake is Satan's loofah. Pie is the most holy of foods. I will not have the name of pie blasphemed in the house of the lor... a forum where nothing of real importance happens, without a strong waving of my finger coupled with a spiteful glare! Good day sir Some righteous excreta-filling from your pie-hole, heretic! May your unleavened and incontinent lump of non-dough be plagued with inverse paperclips throat-singing Tuvan lullabys while calculating the square root of negative 1. GODBISCUIT- IT AIN'T NO STINKING WHEAT MUFFIN! Good apocalypse, sir.
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