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Waiting on Battlefront 2 to release. Never been a fan of COD games
the thread about nothing...
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cool just met tyler the creator
kinda fanboyed out on him lol
kinda fanboyed out on him lol
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Modern Warfare was the best one
- Dec 18, 2012
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That was the last one I played. They got all wonky after that
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I find it really sketchy that right after the whole Harvey Weinstein thing, all these actresses are suddenly claiming sexual harassement from other actors/directors now.
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About to work 32 out of the next 40 hours starting tonight. Christmas gone-
Might try this game, never played before
Might try this game, never played before
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Fallout >>>>>>>
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hollywood is a sick place
- Dec 18, 2012
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Geeked out on Battlefield 1 for a year. Playing some free multiplayer games for now
LebronHasMoreFinalsMVPs
formerly realnawf281
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Story I just wrote today let me know what y'all think.
The Tree Part 2
So its 10 years later and I figured out what the tingly sensation in my penis was. I’m dating that girl now and she’s bad as hell. Her breasts grew from grapes to watermelons and her hair is still luscious and wavy. Just for helping her cope with her loss, she domed me up twice a night ever since. Everything was all gravy and I just got the retro Nintendo for sixty bucks, just playing Mario and doing the tingly, until one day I started hearing rumors of another tree monster circulating in my neighborhood. Suddenly I reverted back to my twelve year old state, and I remembered the anxieties I had once overcame dealing with my greatest fear. Even now as a fully-fledged human adult having discovered the tree monster was no more than figment of a little girl’s imagination, it still left me uneasy. What could be causing this ruckus? I wondered. Was it another poor little soul facing psychological trauma in the midst of tragedy, or something much worse, something much more real and unimaginable? Something not from this world.
The next day I was playing Yoshi’s Island after I got home from work. I had just dropped little baby Mario and I was trying to catch him before he got carried off to face a treacherous death when I heard a knock on my door. Before I could get up to see who it was the door swung up and to my relief it was my girlfriend. She sat next to me on the couch and started giving me a blow job as I calmly retrieved baby Mario. I then came inside her mouth and it felt amazing. After we cleaned up she told me she had bad news to share, and the uneasiness I felt from the day before returned to my stomach.
She told me that she too had been hearing the rumors of the tree monster’s return, and that we must get to the bottom of it. I challenged her demand, arguing that it was not our problem and that we should stay out of it. She told me that she needed to help whoever it was that was suffering, just as I had helped her, and that it’s what her father would have wanted. I had no choice, and there was no way I was going to jeopardize my steady supply of above average blow jobs, so I agreed that I would play detective with her.
We ate some cheese burger flavored Cheez Its to fuel our mission and then we were off. We returned back to the park we used to play at as kids and started asking children nearby if they had heard anything about the tree monster. A group of kids by the slide said they weren’t allowed to talk about it. We asked them who told them not to talk about it and they quickly got up and scattered away. Our Curiosities heightened and we continued to explore until we came across a little girl who said she knew where the tree monster was. We asked if she could take us to see him and she said that he can only be seen by children. We then asked why the kids were scared of him. He said the monster put a spell on her and she had to come visit him every night and place dress up or else her whole family would die. This did not sound like some kid’s imagination to us. It sounded like pure evil.
We told the little girl that she must take us to the tree monster tonight so that we could lift her curse. She became very frightened, and explained that the tree monster said that if she showed anyone his secret hiding place he would kill her entire family. There was real terror in her eyes, which started to fill up with tears as she sobbed. My girlfriend consoled her and gently stroked her hair, assuring her that nothing would happen to her family. She calmly explained that I was thoroughly experienced in dealing with tree monsters, and then I had one defeated one myself with my bear hands. She promised her that if she took us to the monster, I would put an end to the torment once and for all and lift the curse he placed on her. She agreed.
We waited for daylight to fade, as the little girl explained to us that he only comes out at night. I started to get a feeling of de ja vu, and slowly played back that dreadful night from ten years ago in my head. I realized that I would need some weapons for self-defense, and that they might have to be upgraded from my previous encounter with the tree monster. I packed a sharp knife from my kitchen and my girlfriend grabbed a can of pepper spray and placed it in her purse. The sky grew black and all three of us looked at each other simultaneously, signaling that it was time.
As the little girl began to guide us to the tree monster’s secret location, she started telling us of another rumor going around about a secret monster that lived under the bridge was turning kids into pop tarts. Kids have the wildest imaginations, we thought. We brushed the story off as a silly folktale and kept it moving. She led us about a half of a mile into the forest behind the school. I was ashamed to admit I still had a fear of the dark that I never quite overcame from childhood. My girlfriend had just bought me a ninja turtle’s nightlight for room that was helping me sleep lately. I slowly reached down and felt the knife in my back pocket and assured myself I would be safe. After crossing a bed of rocks through a small pond she told us we had arrived at our secret location. She pointed up at a big oak tree about 200 hundred feet away and told us that’s where he stayed.
We instructed her to approach the tree as we hid in the bushes and waited for him to reveal himself. We took the high ground slowly walking behind in the shadows and she inched toward the tree. A tall, large man came walking out from the darkness. He had a costume on made of wood and leaves, and a brown mask that matched his earthlike outfit. To my horror he had brought another little girl along with him, dressed as a Disney princess. He told her to that it was a special game of dress up tonight, and that she was to make a new friend. He picked up a suitcase from the ground and opened it, pulling out several more costumes. He ordered the little girl dressed as the princess to take off her clothes and put on a bumble bee costume. After she had the new costume fully on, he told her to put her hands inside his pants and find the honey.
I jumped out of the bushes, knife in hand, and yelled for him to stop at the top of my lungs. He looked up at me rather unshaken, with a freakish smile on his face that stretched from ear to ear, and started charging at me full speed. I was so shocked by his reaction that I stood there stunned as he tackled me onto the floor. I felt the knife fall out of my hand as I crashed to the ground. His body was massive and powerful, and I felt helpless laying underneath him, flaying my arms and trying to break free. He glanced over at where the knife had fallen, picked it up and stabbed me in the arm, aiming for my chest but missing as a fidgeted. I led out a harsh scream of pain and panic. Was I going to die tonight? I thought to myself.
My girlfriend quickly jumped out of the bush and sprayed him with her pepper spray. He cried out in agony. Both girls were screaming and crying in terror at this point. Everyone was screaming in a dark blur of insanity and it felt like the forest was alive. I quickly jumped out and approached the man who was still rubbing his eyes trying to gather his vision. I looked for the knife but couldn’t find it. Instead I picked up a big rock laying nearby and smashed it over his head as he fell to the ground. I saw blood oozing from his forehead as he got up and let out a horrifyingly evil laugh. He had the same freakish smile on his face as he charged at me once more sending me flying to the ground again. I wrestled with him on the ground and reached over to the cut in my arm and dug his nails into it. I screamed out in pain and he continued to laugh. My girlfriend found the knife on the ground, ran up to him and shoved it right into his back. He fell off my body and lay there motionless in a pool full of blood.
We got up and gathered the two little girls and walked them out of the forest and called the police. I was sent to the hospital to get treated for my wounds and my girlfriend road in the ambulance with me. When I got to my room I told the cops what had happened and they went searching in the forest for the Tree Monster. They found a suitcase but no body. In the suitcase there was a bunch of children’s costumes and a note. The note read “I KNOW ABOUT THE MICE POOP”. I never showed the note to my girlfriend. That was the last we saw of the Tree Monster.
THE END
The Tree Part 2
So its 10 years later and I figured out what the tingly sensation in my penis was. I’m dating that girl now and she’s bad as hell. Her breasts grew from grapes to watermelons and her hair is still luscious and wavy. Just for helping her cope with her loss, she domed me up twice a night ever since. Everything was all gravy and I just got the retro Nintendo for sixty bucks, just playing Mario and doing the tingly, until one day I started hearing rumors of another tree monster circulating in my neighborhood. Suddenly I reverted back to my twelve year old state, and I remembered the anxieties I had once overcame dealing with my greatest fear. Even now as a fully-fledged human adult having discovered the tree monster was no more than figment of a little girl’s imagination, it still left me uneasy. What could be causing this ruckus? I wondered. Was it another poor little soul facing psychological trauma in the midst of tragedy, or something much worse, something much more real and unimaginable? Something not from this world.
The next day I was playing Yoshi’s Island after I got home from work. I had just dropped little baby Mario and I was trying to catch him before he got carried off to face a treacherous death when I heard a knock on my door. Before I could get up to see who it was the door swung up and to my relief it was my girlfriend. She sat next to me on the couch and started giving me a blow job as I calmly retrieved baby Mario. I then came inside her mouth and it felt amazing. After we cleaned up she told me she had bad news to share, and the uneasiness I felt from the day before returned to my stomach.
She told me that she too had been hearing the rumors of the tree monster’s return, and that we must get to the bottom of it. I challenged her demand, arguing that it was not our problem and that we should stay out of it. She told me that she needed to help whoever it was that was suffering, just as I had helped her, and that it’s what her father would have wanted. I had no choice, and there was no way I was going to jeopardize my steady supply of above average blow jobs, so I agreed that I would play detective with her.
We ate some cheese burger flavored Cheez Its to fuel our mission and then we were off. We returned back to the park we used to play at as kids and started asking children nearby if they had heard anything about the tree monster. A group of kids by the slide said they weren’t allowed to talk about it. We asked them who told them not to talk about it and they quickly got up and scattered away. Our Curiosities heightened and we continued to explore until we came across a little girl who said she knew where the tree monster was. We asked if she could take us to see him and she said that he can only be seen by children. We then asked why the kids were scared of him. He said the monster put a spell on her and she had to come visit him every night and place dress up or else her whole family would die. This did not sound like some kid’s imagination to us. It sounded like pure evil.
We told the little girl that she must take us to the tree monster tonight so that we could lift her curse. She became very frightened, and explained that the tree monster said that if she showed anyone his secret hiding place he would kill her entire family. There was real terror in her eyes, which started to fill up with tears as she sobbed. My girlfriend consoled her and gently stroked her hair, assuring her that nothing would happen to her family. She calmly explained that I was thoroughly experienced in dealing with tree monsters, and then I had one defeated one myself with my bear hands. She promised her that if she took us to the monster, I would put an end to the torment once and for all and lift the curse he placed on her. She agreed.
We waited for daylight to fade, as the little girl explained to us that he only comes out at night. I started to get a feeling of de ja vu, and slowly played back that dreadful night from ten years ago in my head. I realized that I would need some weapons for self-defense, and that they might have to be upgraded from my previous encounter with the tree monster. I packed a sharp knife from my kitchen and my girlfriend grabbed a can of pepper spray and placed it in her purse. The sky grew black and all three of us looked at each other simultaneously, signaling that it was time.
As the little girl began to guide us to the tree monster’s secret location, she started telling us of another rumor going around about a secret monster that lived under the bridge was turning kids into pop tarts. Kids have the wildest imaginations, we thought. We brushed the story off as a silly folktale and kept it moving. She led us about a half of a mile into the forest behind the school. I was ashamed to admit I still had a fear of the dark that I never quite overcame from childhood. My girlfriend had just bought me a ninja turtle’s nightlight for room that was helping me sleep lately. I slowly reached down and felt the knife in my back pocket and assured myself I would be safe. After crossing a bed of rocks through a small pond she told us we had arrived at our secret location. She pointed up at a big oak tree about 200 hundred feet away and told us that’s where he stayed.
We instructed her to approach the tree as we hid in the bushes and waited for him to reveal himself. We took the high ground slowly walking behind in the shadows and she inched toward the tree. A tall, large man came walking out from the darkness. He had a costume on made of wood and leaves, and a brown mask that matched his earthlike outfit. To my horror he had brought another little girl along with him, dressed as a Disney princess. He told her to that it was a special game of dress up tonight, and that she was to make a new friend. He picked up a suitcase from the ground and opened it, pulling out several more costumes. He ordered the little girl dressed as the princess to take off her clothes and put on a bumble bee costume. After she had the new costume fully on, he told her to put her hands inside his pants and find the honey.
I jumped out of the bushes, knife in hand, and yelled for him to stop at the top of my lungs. He looked up at me rather unshaken, with a freakish smile on his face that stretched from ear to ear, and started charging at me full speed. I was so shocked by his reaction that I stood there stunned as he tackled me onto the floor. I felt the knife fall out of my hand as I crashed to the ground. His body was massive and powerful, and I felt helpless laying underneath him, flaying my arms and trying to break free. He glanced over at where the knife had fallen, picked it up and stabbed me in the arm, aiming for my chest but missing as a fidgeted. I led out a harsh scream of pain and panic. Was I going to die tonight? I thought to myself.
My girlfriend quickly jumped out of the bush and sprayed him with her pepper spray. He cried out in agony. Both girls were screaming and crying in terror at this point. Everyone was screaming in a dark blur of insanity and it felt like the forest was alive. I quickly jumped out and approached the man who was still rubbing his eyes trying to gather his vision. I looked for the knife but couldn’t find it. Instead I picked up a big rock laying nearby and smashed it over his head as he fell to the ground. I saw blood oozing from his forehead as he got up and let out a horrifyingly evil laugh. He had the same freakish smile on his face as he charged at me once more sending me flying to the ground again. I wrestled with him on the ground and reached over to the cut in my arm and dug his nails into it. I screamed out in pain and he continued to laugh. My girlfriend found the knife on the ground, ran up to him and shoved it right into his back. He fell off my body and lay there motionless in a pool full of blood.
We got up and gathered the two little girls and walked them out of the forest and called the police. I was sent to the hospital to get treated for my wounds and my girlfriend road in the ambulance with me. When I got to my room I told the cops what had happened and they went searching in the forest for the Tree Monster. They found a suitcase but no body. In the suitcase there was a bunch of children’s costumes and a note. The note read “I KNOW ABOUT THE MICE POOP”. I never showed the note to my girlfriend. That was the last we saw of the Tree Monster.
THE END
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Cliff notes?
everysingletime
formerly amel223
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Wtf is that wall of text
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Appreciated brother ..
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I tried reading it but the first line talkin bout tingly feeling in his penis....
Nah im good
Nah im good
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wall of text
- Feb 24, 2016
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damn man
RIP gothamist
and by extension laist
i liked those sites
RIP gothamist
and by extension laist
i liked those sites
- Jan 3, 2013
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damn, Trump coming here tomorrow. traffic bout to be **** 
- Jul 9, 2016
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You were at flognaw?
- Feb 24, 2016
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nah he is here in santa monica today at the converse store
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Hotel room in Cancun
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That's your ting?
