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I am god awful at video games.

I was actually wondering what happened to this show. I remember waiting for the latest episodes of season 2 to come out. Rewatching it again. I'm kind of excited for Season 3 now.

And so it begins.

Why are you so mad, Kratos

go to bed omar

quack

2bad

am i doing it rite

My dad caught a turtle from a lake. He brought it home and we made soup and stew out of it. Good stuff.

Yeah, I think you type in your info. I clicked on one before and it was in English. I knew immediately because the steam community pages are always in a different language other than English when I go on them. I guess today is Swedish (used to be in Russian):

When Tsuna and his fiancée's dad almost found me in the closet.

Never forget.

Bring it on.

Yes, it's true. But you can disable the lock, the only downside being incredibly fucked physics at some points but it's pretty hilarious. Sent from my GS3 using Tapatalk 2

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^ I'm sure someone here could post some sort of solution that could fix your problem if you tell us what it is.

Lol. Just stick with any version of Windows 7 beside those basic starter edition things.

Well, I'm bored and free game so here goes. BOOTY ISLAND Our journey begins with a rather trivial adventurer. His name was.. well.. his name is not very important to be completely honest. Just know that he was an adventurer. Being an adventurer, he sought after grandeur. There were many things that he lusted for. In particular, he very much so liked treasure. But, not just any kind of treasure could satiate his lustful desire. What he wanted was.. the booty. Oh how he craved the bodacious allure of that sweet, sweet booty. A fortnight before, he had contemplated about finally beginning his search for it. Now in possession of what he required to begin such a journey, his sails gaily unfurled with the help of the wind. I'm coming for that booty he thought. I'm coming for that booty.. Weeks had passed since he had begun the endeavor. He saw it apt that he navigated the ship on his own. The adventurer believed that only his senses alone could steer them in the correct path toward that oh-so very sweet booty. As time and time went, the ship's crew began to lose faith in the poor sodomite. We've been at this for weeks. None of the seeds of labor we have sown show any indication of sprouting. They collectively thought this very thought and knew it was time for action. That night when the adventurer wasn't paying the crew any attention, they leapt into a fair sized boat able to fit many of them and left for their homes. The adventurer soon gave notice. "Where are you going!? The booty is so near! I can feel it in my knickerbockers! Why have you forsaken me, men?" It was too late unfortunately. The men were too far out of reach.. too far out of sight.. too far.. The adventurer thought to himself. Had he gone mad? Were his actions in vain? Was his lust far too powerful for his own good? He began to laugh hysterically. The laugh slowly transitioned into soft mellow crying. The adventurer now crawled onto his side into the fetal position. He weapt and weapt and did not stop. Suddenly and unexpectedly, the hull of the ship had hit something. It can't be! At first, he thought his mind played tricks on him. Just the hysteria doing its thing. He soon came to realize that this was no hallucination. He really did hit land. The adventurer now on his feet, stared at it. It was the lost and forgotten Booty Island! He had found it! He rushed towards the front of the ship and leapt off onto the gritty sand. There underneath two trees lay a finely-crafted wooden chest. His hands reached for it. He could not contain his excitement. He began to slowly open the chest. Oh, so very slowly. He very.. slowly.. opened it.. and..

Thought this was going to be for 9/11. This is good too.

Answered it the best I could.