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any female born after 1993 can’t cook… all they know is mcdonald’s , charge they phone, twerk, be bisexual , eat hot chip & lie
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What happened to this ad? :(
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A response to Elon Musk's tweets
Fortnite default dance in text form
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pulls both arms outwards in front of my chest and pumps them behind my back, repeats this motion in a smaller range of motion down to my hips two times once more all while sliding my legs in a faux walking motion, claps my hands together in front of me while both my knees knock together, pumps my arms downward, pronating my wrists and abducting my fingers outward while crossing my legs back and forth, repeats this motion again two times while keeping my shoulders low and hunching over, does finger gun with right hand with left hand bent on my hip while looking directly forward and putting my left leg forward then crossing my arms and leaning back a little while bending my knees at an angle
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Fortnite Default Dance
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Forsen's face
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠰⢡⣾⣻⣿⣿⣿⡅⠈⢾⢧⣫⠄⣡⠄⡀⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢠⠸⣿⠏⢿⠋⢱⠄⠐⡏⡞⠣⠻⣿⢣⢛⡄⡀⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⡄⣔⢯⣅⠉⠊⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⠄⠁⠄⢛⣡⣧⡀⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⢀⣠⠿⠦⠿⠉⢀⣤⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣦⣄⡀⠈⢻⣷⣤⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⢀⢇⡴⠂⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⣈⣿⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠇⠝⠃⣴⣿⣿⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠈⠇⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠸⠄⡀⣼⡿⠋⣠⣤⣄⣀⣈⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠉⢀⣀⣠⣤⣉⠁⠈⡄⠄⠄⠄
⢰⣇⢰⢳⣿⣥⣾⡿⠛⢛⣛⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⢛⣛⡻⢿⣷⣄⢷⠄⠄⠄
⠐⣇⡾⣾⣿⣿⣿⠰⠟⠭⠹⢷⣺⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠴⠟⠍⢹⠆⣻⣿⣼⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠸⢧⣿⣿⣿⣿⣛⣛⣛⠻⢭⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣝⣛⣛⣛⠻⠿⣿⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾⣿⣿⠟⣩⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣸⣏⣉⣉⣿⣿⣁⣨⣿⣟⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠄⠄
⠄⠄⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠉⠉⠉⠈⠛⠛⢿⡟⠓⠄⠉⠙⠓⠮⣽⣿⣿⣿⡄⠄
⠄⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠉⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢀⣀⣭⣤⡀⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠘⣿⣿⣿⣧⠄
⠄⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠺⣧⣄⡀⢯⣩⡅⣶⣒⣤⣩⡍⣽⡠⠂⣼⡀⣸⣿⣿⣿⡇
⠄⡇⠄⠄⠉⠁⠄⠄⠄⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣤⣤⣉⣉⣉⣉⣉⣤⣾⡿⠄⢻
Forsen
Warrior vs Warrior ResidentSleeper
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See Kripp streaming 
, see Kripp playing constructed 
, See it's Warrior vs Warrior 
, see Kripp playing constructed , See it's Warrior vs Warrior
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Kripp
Hearthstone
Christmas for a wsb trader
As the tree blinks from white to red to green, you look at the void under the tree that previously held presents. Fewer this year than usual, but some.
How did you get here? Boredom? In March, you felt trapped with your wife and infant. You needed something to pass the time. Something you could throw yourself into fully.
“Are you coming to bed?” your wife yells down the stairs. It seemed harmless at first, but as the pandemic drew on, so did your investment. You’ll stop soon, though. “Soon!” you reply, and you hear her feet climb the steps.
The lights start to blink chaotically. You cringe because you could only afford the junk strands at CVS. Suddenly they halt—the alternation feature broken—on red. The red fills the room and covers your flesh. You look down at your hands, and they look like they’re bleeding. Like your calls.
After a time—hours?—you realize you’re sitting in complete darkness. Your lights have expired, worthless.