twitchquotes:Today pro-gaming team TSM announced that their star Hearthstone player Jeffrey "Trump" Shih will be moving to Australia to captain their new division, AuTSM. Way to go Trump!
Today pro-gaming team TSM announced that their star Hearthstone player Jeffrey "Trump" Shih will be moving to Australia to captain their new division, AuTSM. Way to go Trump!
can he shut the fuck up for once ? I fucking hate this guy i want to fuck his wife so fucking bad i probably will end up doing so, and lock him in a room and whip his fake hair with a beef nerve and make him eat my dick just so he gets reminded that he was a bullied child this fucking white monkey wannabe smart try hard loser with huge self confidence issues full of virtual money and virtual fame how the fuck does it feel Elon that every normie with 115 IQ follows you but no real scientist take you seriously ? How does it feel being the autist of hollywood you fucking broken baboon ? Now what, you try to be the world leader ? You think you’re a visionary telling yourself hey i’m the space reddit guy i will live on mars i’m the leader of earth fuck yeah i post 4chan memes they love me GUESS WHAT THERE ARE PEOPLE ON EARTH THAT WILL OVERPOWER YOU IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE YOU’LL GET MY DICK IN YOUR ANUS AND YOU WILL SCREAM WITH JOY
She runs her hand through your thinning hair and laughs. “What?” you ask absentmindedly. You’re looking at Futures, and you’re surprised to see them red.
“I want you to play with me.” She says it playfully, but the single ounce of you that isn’t totally aloof realizes she said this in earnest. And so you do. You throw your phone, and you pin her to the sofa, then the ground. You both roll about, wrestling, like lion cubs. Kissing, lightly biting. Sometime later, you both stop, breathing hard. She grabs an open bottle of red wine, and you pass it back and forth. Eventually she says, “I want to do that more.”
But you’ve already found your phone again to check Futures. Still red. “Uh huh,” you say, distracted. She stares at you for a long moment, but you don’t realize it. Silently, she gets up and goes to bed, and you don’t say a word because you don’t notice.
She hasn’t left you yet, but she will soon.
Unrealized losses.
She runs her hand through your thinning hair and laughs. “What?” you ask absentmindedly. You’re looking at Futures, and you’re surprised to see them red.
“I want you to play with me.” She says it playfully, but the single ounce of you that isn’t totally aloof realizes she said this in earnest. And so you do. You throw your phone, and you pin her to the sofa, then the ground. You both roll about, wrestling, like lion cubs. Kissing, lightly biting. Sometime later, you both stop, breathing hard. She grabs an open bottle of red wine, and you pass it back and forth. Eventually she says, “I want to do that more.”
But you’ve already found your phone again to check Futures. Still red. “Uh huh,” you say, distracted. She stares at you for a long moment, but you don’t realize it. Silently, she gets up and goes to bed, and you don’t say a word because you don’t notice.
She hasn’t left you yet, but she will soon.
Unrealized losses.
Hey Kripp, here's a "hug" for you
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