Is today the last day to make new players for next season's sophmore leagues? Or do we have through playoffs?
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Originally posted by Mezirah
@Jampy2.0 For being helpful I'm linking you your next avatar.
http://imgur.com/7YSMiPh
It's perfect! 
@Jampy2.0 For being helpful I'm linking you your next avatar.
http://imgur.com/7YSMiPh
It's perfect! Mezirah
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Originally posted by DeeVee8
It's perfect!
I'm kind of insulted he didn't even respond. I even resized that gif and everything. That was linked with love.
It's perfect!
I'm kind of insulted he didn't even respond. I even resized that gif and everything. That was linked with love.
gtthom86
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jampy the random stoner chick in your profile pic has been getting less and less hot with each iteration. this should concern you - and considering how much you post - the entire GLB2 population, greatly. plz rmdy
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Originally posted by gtthom86
jampy the random stoner chick in your profile pic has been getting less and less hot with each iteration. this should concern you - and considering how much you post - the entire GLB2 population, greatly. plz rmdy
I'm guessing it's because it reminds you too much of reality, eh?
There you are in the bar. It's 10 minutes to last call. You've been rejected by at least a dozen women so far tonight, but you're not giving up. You're a trooper. You're going to find that special someone for tonight, and by gosh, you aren't simply going to pay for her. No, you're going to win her the old fashioned way: buying her a drink and hoping she's drunk enough to ignore everything else about you.
Then you see her. Sure, she's not the girl you'd bring home to mom, but you're not from West Virginia so bringing a girl home to mom for what you have planned is socially taboo anyway. And so she's missing a couple teeth, and the ones she has left have been stained bright orange from too many cigarettes and possibly other things. And her right eye and left eye are not in agreement on what they should be looking at, and she has a zit big enough to be a third eye, and it's disagreeing with the other two by actually making eye contact with you as you ask her what she's drinking.
"Boone's Farm straight up," she tells you.
"Wow. She's into the hard stuff and drinks it straight," you think to yourself remembering all those college nights you'd swiped a bottle of Boone's from the local grocery before drinking yourself into a stupor back in your dorm room. You realize she's probably drunk enough you finally found your girl for the night the way she's pounding back that sugar-water drenched swill.
You motion to the bartender who comes over. "Another Boone's for the lady."
The bartender rolls his eyes and seems like he's going to say something, but then just smirks to himself and fetches the drink. He seems to be chuckling as he walks away.
"Are you lost, miss? Because heaven's a long way from here."
She looks at you. Well, her head turns toward you and that great big zit looks at you, but her left eye is looking at the dance floor and her right eye is staring at something on the floor behind the bar, but you get what I mean.
"Well aren't you the charmer," she replies before belching up and swallowing something best left unmentioned.
"Why don't you and me get out of here?" you ask.
She belches again, but this time spits whatever into her cup.
"Look," she says. "I'm sure you've got a great personality and all, but no offense, I'm just not that drunk."
"Can I buy you another Boone's then," you plead.
"Not tonight, sweetie," she answers and then gets up and heads to the men's room.
jampy the random stoner chick in your profile pic has been getting less and less hot with each iteration. this should concern you - and considering how much you post - the entire GLB2 population, greatly. plz rmdy
I'm guessing it's because it reminds you too much of reality, eh?
There you are in the bar. It's 10 minutes to last call. You've been rejected by at least a dozen women so far tonight, but you're not giving up. You're a trooper. You're going to find that special someone for tonight, and by gosh, you aren't simply going to pay for her. No, you're going to win her the old fashioned way: buying her a drink and hoping she's drunk enough to ignore everything else about you.
Then you see her. Sure, she's not the girl you'd bring home to mom, but you're not from West Virginia so bringing a girl home to mom for what you have planned is socially taboo anyway. And so she's missing a couple teeth, and the ones she has left have been stained bright orange from too many cigarettes and possibly other things. And her right eye and left eye are not in agreement on what they should be looking at, and she has a zit big enough to be a third eye, and it's disagreeing with the other two by actually making eye contact with you as you ask her what she's drinking.
"Boone's Farm straight up," she tells you.
"Wow. She's into the hard stuff and drinks it straight," you think to yourself remembering all those college nights you'd swiped a bottle of Boone's from the local grocery before drinking yourself into a stupor back in your dorm room. You realize she's probably drunk enough you finally found your girl for the night the way she's pounding back that sugar-water drenched swill.
You motion to the bartender who comes over. "Another Boone's for the lady."
The bartender rolls his eyes and seems like he's going to say something, but then just smirks to himself and fetches the drink. He seems to be chuckling as he walks away.
"Are you lost, miss? Because heaven's a long way from here."
She looks at you. Well, her head turns toward you and that great big zit looks at you, but her left eye is looking at the dance floor and her right eye is staring at something on the floor behind the bar, but you get what I mean.
"Well aren't you the charmer," she replies before belching up and swallowing something best left unmentioned.
"Why don't you and me get out of here?" you ask.
She belches again, but this time spits whatever into her cup.
"Look," she says. "I'm sure you've got a great personality and all, but no offense, I'm just not that drunk."
"Can I buy you another Boone's then," you plead.
"Not tonight, sweetie," she answers and then gets up and heads to the men's room.
Achelon
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I know i'm not the most physical guy, but when she squeezed me tight, she nearly broke my spine.
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