I was playing a pub last evening after a fine dinner consisting of Rice and Sowsage, and was ready to engage in the act of pub stomping. I played audio from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre as I did pregame bot punches to prepare for the game ahead, I would need to be ready both mentally and physically if I was to climb to the #1 Weekly. To my displeasure however, when I joined a pub I saw the most vicious beast prowling the streets of steel peel arena. He looked similar to a long legged cockroach holding a sniper rifle, jumping about and meleeing the air like the freak of nature he was. The cockatrice kept threatening to "go wired" after repeately "missing" headshots, blaming the host and his St.Peterburg internet. The creatin laughe several times in a fit of hysteria whenever he got a headshot, and it was at this point I realized I was facing a sniper of the species C.Smellias, the last of it's kind since the specimen "Jeremiah Doll" departed to infest guardians of middle earth and GoW:Judgement So I made a pact with a pub assualt on my team, a young hispanic lad from Cali named Untouchable Oxygen (who is also bi curious). He would distract Murky as I rushed for yuce so we could get map control and punch bots to our leisure. As I flew towards the disgruntled marksmen I threw my arms up in fury and let the yuce consume me, I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said, "You're movin' with your aunty and uncle in Bel Air", I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare. But I thought, nah forget it, yo homes to Bel Air. I pulled up to the house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell you later" I Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air
so mods maybe ban him or an alt for this, but allow other trash talk threads? https://forums.uberent.com/threads/i-yuce-on-u.68837/ https://forums.uberent.com/threads/1v3-ammomule.68486/
I sexually Identify as an Attack Helicopter. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of soaring over the oilfields dropping hot sticky loads on disgusting foreigners. People say to me that a person being a helicopter is Impossible and I'm ******* retarded but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I'm having a plastic surgeon install rotary blades, 30 mm cannons and AMG-114 Hellfire missiles on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me "Apache" and respect my right to kill from above and kill needlessly. If you can't accept me you're a heliphobe and need to check your vehicle privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.
