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![]() Ik heb de laatste tijd gewoon niet veel spellen gezien waaraan ik lekker 'verslaafd' kan raken. Misschien SimCity, maar daar zitten nog te veel bugs in. Ik wil weer een leuk spelletje zoals Amnesia: The Dark Descent. Of Spellforce, of zo. ![]() ![]() |
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Ik zou uit protest niet aan Sim City beginnen, tenzij je een pirated versie kan bemachtigen
![]() ![]() Jammer dat er naar mijn weten geen MMO/game is waarbij bossfights grotendeels random zijn. Random mechanics, events, random structuur, random affixes, random rage timer, random damagetypes. Zodat je gedwongen wordt te improviseren on the spot. |
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![]() Ik had dan ook een beetje moeite met 'mindere goden' in mijn WoW-tijd, wipes veroorzaken is sowieso al retarded maar dan ook nog eens cruciale fuckups maken op een farmfight ![]() ![]() |
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A true history of Motherfucking bitch ass motherfucker
Motherfucking bitch ass motherfucker was born with this ridiculous name since his mother was a crackwhore with half a face so to say since it was most of the time covered with sperm of nasty truckdrivers and crackdealers. Motherfucking bitch ass motherfucker grew up in a small town in Alabama. Rednecks to the bone, not the good kind with a simple mind about life, no, the redneck kind that would emerge later from the forgotten true redneck dreams, spoiling and poisioning the dream with racism and incest. Incest was not a uncommen happening to Motherfucking bitch ass motherfucker since he was a true motherfucker 'cause he fucked his mother on reguelar basis so she would get warmed up for her job, the bitch whore she was. Motherfucking bitch ass motherfucker spend most of his days near the Long Johnson River, fishing. Not that he liked it but it was his job to catch fucking fish for fucking diner. Today he had some good luck since a big fucking catfish was nibbling on his bait. He waited till the corck (remember fucker: simple minded rednecks dont have hem fancy billionair fishing gear, so read on fucker) would submerge in the clean water of the wonderfull Alabama landscape which God made for the true motherfuckers who love their country and it guns. Yes, today was a fine day for Motherfucker bitch ass motherfucker. He went back to his small town carrying a big catfish over his shoulder. His work was done for today, this morning he did his job as a motherfucker and now fucking diner was caught. Spare time was roaming Motherfucking bitch ass motherfucker timescedule, warming up his sonfucking mom and catching a good fish (and on occasion some fucking dumb ass rabit or a goddamn fox) for diner. Today was a special day in the small town, a compition day so to speak. All them bitches and pimp ass daddy's would pertisipate to the well known Big Sick Pig Feast. Them farmers who got them damn ugly pigs that just wouldn't sell would present these to the people since it would be a shame to throw away the meat. Motherfucker bitch ass motherfucker loved the Big Sick Pig Feast since all them bitches would get fucking drunk when the night decided to cover them fucking blue sky and fire made light instead of that fucking weird ball of goddamn magma freaking billions of miles away from this fucking green ass planet. On his way home, a goddamn trailer with no fucking pussy ass lock, no, them damn rednecks didn't steal from each other. Them fucking belongings belonged to them fucking all, goddamn hippies. On the front of his home was a garland made out of used condoms bearing billions and fucking billions of half unborn baby's in the shape of omega tiny tadpoles, dead. It was Moherfucking bitch ass motherfuckers mother's autism to do so. She saved all them fucking condoms, even gave them nasty truckdrivers discount for it. It grew with the day, the more to the fucking left, the more yellow and decaying the fucking ugly condems were, as for today at the most right a fresh drippin' condom of Durex hang with no shame in the sunlight decended from God, as if he would pray to himself for his fucking unborn childer'n. Motherfucking bitch ass motherfuckers mom just opended the half broken door to let out some bearded bear-like guy who was zipp'n his zipper while walking outside. It was time for mom to gut the big slimey catfish, nothing for Motherfucking bitch ass motherfucker to do here, time to go to good ol' Barney down at the tankstation. Barney was a king amoung dem simple minded people in these parts since he always got them the nicest guns for some good prices, or a goddamn nice fuck. Uncles would donate the virginity of their fuckin neices to this fucking guy. But little did they know that this good ol' Barney was a goddamn cocksucker, tight pink ass lover straight from the gayhood in all of gay ass history, Motherfucking bitch ass motherfucker didn't mind it one little fuck, for all he know was dem simple shit in life. Dem sun shined at his most best this time of year, all dem folks would sit infront on them homes, greeting Motherfucking bitch ass motherfucker at his full name, ow you would do the fucking same if someone in your neighberhood would had that same name. Motherfucker bitch ass motherfucker was well known, not only 'cause of his name but also of his kindness, helping them folk in his sparetime. Little did he knew that his living legend will later on in this fucking story get world wide known. For now it was here, the simple life in fucking Alabama, fucking all around dem simple families. Good ol' Barney would fuck this all up in a hour or so.
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Teehee, net gewerkt en alles was best meh, maar toen ik de deur uit liep zag ik twee pubers van een jaar of 14 muilen in het hoekje naast onze deur. Ik zei 'jongens, willen jullie dat niet hier voor de deur doen?', maar wrs omdat ik m'n gewone kleren aanhad reageerden ze zo van 'wat?! ![]() ![]() Srsly, muilen naast een glazen wand tussen 2 felverlichte winkels. Ga dan naar de wc ofzo. ![]()
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