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Brazil Mallerxd 
Send your best copy pasta that you have saved.. The Reason why crying isnt free "Cry is free" is one constantly used sentence to users who are complaining about something. But what most people doesn't know, is that this sentence is actually a huge lie. As far as we know, tears consists of water and 0,9 gram salt per litre. And both of these ingredients are not free. Here I listed the price of 10 litre tears for the countries of the G8. I used the following formula (price is in US Dollar): (price 100 gram salt/100)x9 + (price 1 cubic litre water/100) = price 10 litre tears France: 0,20 $ Italy: 0,17 $ Germany: 0,19 $ United Kingdom: 0,22 $ USA: 0,18 $ Canada: 0,18 $ Japan: 0,18 $ Russia: 0,16 $ That means russia has the cheapest cry. (Hail Communism) Thank you for reading.
2021-08-02 00:02
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2021-08-02 00:03
I like pasta
2021-08-02 00:04
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mamma mia
2021-08-02 00:05
#12
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United States 3manu3l
chheese
2021-08-02 01:00
Jonty I'm a 6 year veteran of this site. I am Big Boss, I am Liquid Snake crossed with Solid Snake. I am Metal Gear To put it in your inferior brain, or to say, Lehman's terms. I am the final boss of this site. I am the catalyst.
2021-08-02 00:05
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wtf
2021-08-02 00:08
Never seen before
2021-08-02 00:51
This very very insane....They need to check him pc and game.....Maybe he not cheating but maybe he using the game deficit ...and this cant seem on game screen..He needs to check-up....
2021-08-02 00:16
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Such a good one
2021-08-02 01:19
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+1 agree mens))
2021-08-02 01:35
Send your best copy pasta that you have saved.. The Reason why crying isnt free "Cry is free" is one constantly used sentence to users who are complaining about something. But what most people doesn't know, is that this sentence is actually a huge lie. As far as we know, tears consists of water and 0,9 gram salt per litre. And both of these ingredients are not free. Here I listed the price of 10 litre tears for the countries of the G8. I used the following formula (price is in US Dollar): (price 100 gram salt/100)x9 + (price 1 cubic litre water/100) = price 10 litre tears France: 0,20 $ Italy: 0,17 $ Germany: 0,19 $ United Kingdom: 0,22 $ USA: 0,18 $ Canada: 0,18 $ Japan: 0,18 $ Russia: 0,16 $ That means russia has the cheapest cry. (Hail Communism) Thank you for reading.
2021-08-02 00:18
#8
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Poland DefeN
My father is a fishing fanatic. Half of the apartment filled with fucking fishing rods the worst. About once a month somebody steps into a hook or an anchor that's lying on the floor and it needs to be removed at the hospital because that shit is spiky at the edges. I've already had 10 such surgical interventions in my 22-year-old life. Last week I went for some random check-up, and the receptionist told me right away to take my shoe off xD because she thought that I had a hook stuck in my foot once again. The other half of the apartment is fucking stuffed with The Polish Fisherman, Fishing World, Super Carp xD etc. Every week my father takes a spin around town to collect all the fishing magazines. I was stupid enough to introduce him into the Internet, because I had thought that we would save a bit of money on the newspapers. But now, not only does he still buy them, but he also sits on some online forums for fishers and starts shitstorms with other fishers about the best baits etc. He sometimes yells into the screen, and he's even thrown the fucking keyboard out the window. Once he really pissed me off, so I created an account there and trolled him. I commented some random shit under his posts, such as "carps eat shiet". My mother could barely catch up with cooking up hunter's stew to soothe him. Oh yea, he already has a "CATFISH" rank on the forum, for having created 10K fucking posts. When it's warm, he goes fishing every weekend. For the last 5 years, I've been eating fish for dinner every Sunday, and my father always repeats some bullshit theories about eating this water trash. When I got accepted to college, he would not shut up for a whole fucking week that it's due to the fact that I eat a lot of fish, since they contain phosphorus and my brain functions better. Every Saturday, he and his buddy Mirek wake the whole family up at 4 o’clock in the morning. They make a lot of noise packing up their rods, making sandwiches etc. During meals he always talks about God-damn fish, and the conversations always trails off to the Polish Fishing Association. My father gets himself really angry and always gets butthurt "durr they don't replenish the lakes enough those fucking thieves hurr," he gets all red while saying that and walks away from the table cursing, and goes away to read the Great Encyclopedia of River Fish in order to calm down. This year he got himself an inflatable dinghy for Christmas. Of course he couldn't wait until the 25th; he unpacked it last night and pumped it up in our living room. He put on his entire fishing outfit and sat in the dinghy for the rest of the night, right in the middle of our apartment. He had dinner (carp) in it too [cool][bye] If they gave me access to all the fish in Poland, I'd fucking kill them all. On one of my birthdays, back in elementary or middle school, my father took me fishing as an exception. Great fucking present, bitch. We drove off way out of the fucking town. We're walking to the lake, and his eyes are already lighting up, and he's licking his lips all excited. He set up all of his equipment, we're sitting at the water and staring at the bobbers. After 5 minutes I got bored, so I turned on my discman. My father slapped me across the fucking head with his rod and said that the fish hear music coming out of my headphones, get scared and leave. Whenever I wanted to scratch my ass, he would "scream-whisper" at me not to fidget, because I'm causing a rustle, the fish see me move and swim away. I had to sit there motionless for 6 hours, as if I were at fucking Guantanamo, and stare at the water. My birthday is in November, so it was also cold as fuck. At one point, my father got up, walked away several feet into the woods, and ripped a fart. He explained to me that he had to do it in the woods because the fish can hear and smell it. I once mentioned that my father has a buddy, Mirek, and that they go fishing together. Back in the days, my father's fishing mate was hehe Zbyszek. A ball-shaped individual with a moustache, dressed in a BOMBER jacket 365 days in the year. He and my father were almost like brothers, him and his wife Bozena would come over our house on Christmas etc. Once, on my father's birthday, Zbyszek came over for some hehe vodka. They got wasted as fuck and, of course, they wouldn't stop talking about fishing. I was sitting in my room. All of a sudden they started yelling at each other about what is generally better: pike or catfish. "DON'T YOU FUCKING PISS ME OFF ZBYSZEK, HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A PIKE'S TEETH? OM NOM NOM AND YOUR FUCKING ARM IS GONE" "HOLY SHIT TADEK, POLISH CATFISH WEIGH 180 LBS, YOUR PIKES CAN FUCKING SUCK THEM OFF" "YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT FUCKING CATFISH MEANWHILE YOU CAN BARELY PULL A FUCKING BLEAK OUT OF THE WATER. A PIKE IS THE KING OF WATER, LIKE A LION LIKE THE KING OF THE JUNGLE." And they started fucking wrestling on the living room carpet, and my mother and I had to separate them. They've completely stopped talking ever since. Last year Zbyszek's wife called to tell us that Zbyszek has kicked the bucket and she's inviting us to the funeral. My mother picked up, gave her our condolences, put the phone down and told my father. And he said: "Very fucking well" That's how much he hated him for that catfish. I have also mentioned my father’s archenemy, the Polish Fishing Association. It’s become completely obsessed with it, for example when somebody on television is talking about an earthquake somewhere, he starts mumbling under his breath that instead they should talk about those motherfuckers from the PFA. He also stopped reading non-fishing newspapers because he got butthurt that they aren’t talking about the PFA and their scandals. The chairman of our local PFA office is a guy called Adam. To my father he’s the incarnation of all the evil that has been inflicted upon all the Polish reservoirs by the Association, and my father waged a war against him for many years. Once he went to some fishing meeting where Adam was giving a talk and my father came back home with a ripped-up shirt because they were removing him from the room by force, that’s how apeshit he went. After being physically defeated by the PFA, my father began a partisan struggle over the Internet, which included badmouthing the Association and Adam himself on local newspapers’ discussion groups. He was saying some bullshit about Adam being a member of the Communist Security Bureau, or that he had seen him in the street vandalizing somebody’s car with a nail etc. I had not taught my father into TOR, so he got busted by the cops and had to pay Adam a 2000zl reparation for slander. It was impossible to survive at my house for an entire week, my father was bitching about the corrupt court system, the PFA, Adam, and the whole world in general. According to his bullshit theories, the PFA ran the entire country as if they were the Masonic Order, it pulled the strings everywhere and everybody had their back. He was also converting the 2000 into rods, fishhooks and dinghies, and he kept getting butthurt about how much vanilla bait he could get with that (a few hundred pounds). Sometime last year he came to a conclusion that he really has to have a fishing boat because renting one out is too expensive and everybody is trying to cheat him out. “son, you catch really big ones out in the water! That’s what it’s about!” But he couldn’t afford it and he had nowhere to keep it and he’s not a hehe loser who would pay for storage space. So he made a deal with some fishers from the area that they will pool in and buy a boat, it’ll be staying at some guy’s who has a house and not an apartment like us, on a trailer at a driveway, and they’ll be sharing the boat or they’ll be going fishing together. At first the cooperative was going well, but one weekend my father got sick and couldn’t go with them and he got extremely butthurt. Those buddies of his were calling to say that the fish are getting baited like morons, so he was just lying on the couch, all angry, red and wheezing. What made the situation worse was that he had nobody to blame for this situation, which is what he would always do. Finally he came to a conclusion that it isn’t fair that they are fishing without him because everybody paid an equal share of the boat’s price, and on Sunday night, when those guys had returned from their trip, he suddenly left the house. He came back after an hour and said that I have to help him with something in front of the house. I went outside and I saw our car and, attached to it, the trailer with the boat on top xD I ask him where he got it, and he said that he fucking stole it from some guy’s house because they cheated him out, and he told me to grab the boat because we’ll carry it into our apartment XD It was no use to explain that it’ll take up the entire living room. Fortunately the boat didn’t fit into the building’s door so my father decided that he’ll leave it in front of the building. Using some chains that we had found on the boat and my combination lock he chained it to the lamp post and he wanted to go home all happy, but then he saw 2 cars full of fishers co-owners, who had figured out where their property could be xD It all turned into a huge mess, the fishers were yelling why did he take the boat and that he has to return it, and my father was screaming that they cheated him out and that he chipped in 500zl yet he didn’t go fishing this week. I was trying to calm the situation down so that he doesn’t get beat the fuck up, because that was close. After several minutes, the situation looked like this: -My father is lying on the floor, tightly embracing the boat and screaming that he won’t give it back; -The fishers are screaming at him to give it back; -One of them has gotten his nose broken because he had grabbed my father’s leg in an attempt to pull him away from the boat and got kicked with the other leg; -Two police officers are pulling my father’s legs and saying that they have to take him to the station because he’s injured someone; -The neighbors all around are looking out their windows; -My mother is crying and begging my father to let go of the boat and the officers not to arrest him; -Me sadfrog.jpg Finally, the officers pulled him away from the boat. I gave the fishers the code to my lock and they took the boat, beforehand throwing him 500zl and saying that he has no more rights to the boat and that it would be better for him if he doesn’t run into them while fishing. My mother bargained out of the officers not to arrest my father. The guy who received a kick in the face said that he doesn’t want to go to the fucking police station and he doesn’t give a shit, and he doesn’t want to see my father ever again. My father still starts shitstorms on fishing discussion pages, because they had opened a new thread in which they warned people from making any deals with him. I was observing the thread and I saw that he had created obviously fake accounts. “Steven54” “Number of posts: 1” “This thread has been created by some idiots! I have known the user “OPs-father” for a while and he’s a very trustworthy person and a great fisher! They want to destroy his reputation because they’re jealous of the fish he’s caught!” Later on he used those accounts to harass his former boat co-owners. Whenever one of them would create a new thread, my father would fucking go and say that, for example, he catches shitty fish and it’s easy to tell that he sucks at fishing xD Using these fake accounts he would comment on his own threads, and when he would post pictures of the fish he had caught, he’d write to himself “Ohhh, congratulations! I can tell you’re an experienced fisher!” And he’d celebrate and later show it to my mother for her to see how they’re praising him on the forum
2021-08-02 00:22
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France Uexo
As an European it was always hard for me to understand American culture. What was fascinating for me is that they like bragging about their freedom which was weird for me, because I didn't think that I have any less freedom than them. I always thought 'What is the difference'. However after this game I finally understand it. NA is just so fucking free
2021-08-02 00:47
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Sodium, atomic number 11, was first isolated by Humphry Davy in 1807. A chemical component of salt, he named it Na in honor of the saltiest region on earth, North America.
2021-08-02 01:05
#11
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Panama GicuGicu
Banana bread
2021-08-02 00:58
Ao dizer que o João Gordo traiu o movimento, o Dado joga na cara dele que toda a atitude rebelde da cena punk/harcore paulista, da qual o Gordo fazia parte, foi deixada para trás quando ele se tornou uma figura famosa ao ponto de ter um programa de entrevistas que recebe uma figura como o próprio Dado. Sabendo disso, você começa a perceber que a briga não foi entre o Dado e o Gordo, mas sim entre o Dado e o próprio Dado. O João Gordo é um receptáculo, um hospedeiro, uma encarnação de uma ideia do Dado que critica ele mesmo, o ele atual. Sabemos que o Dado era um cara da mídia, do sistema, um galãzinho fantoche que dançava nas mãos de quem o controlava. E nessa entrevista, o Dado se deixa levar pelas lembranças de sua angústia adolescente, onde ele era revoltado, achava que poderia mudar o mundo, odiava o sistema e essas coisas de adolescente punk. Ao encontrar o João Gordo, ele vê o reflexo de alguém que traiu seus ideais para virar um famoso da mídia e o Dado finalmente pode enfrentar seus demônios internos. O João Gordo, no caso, é só um Judas feito para ser malhado, representando o que o Dado adolescente nunca quis se tornar, mas acabou se tornando. O Gordo é o retrato do Dado naquele presente momento e o Dado (físico) é o retrato de seus ideais punks. E como o Dado é inteligente, ele já sabia que iria ter que encarar isso e enfrentar a si mesmo, por isso se armou para essa batalha que decidiria seu futuro. Era o Dado adolescente contra o Dado daquele presente. Se ele ganhasse, mostraria que o Dado adolescente estava certo e que o sistema poderia ser derrotado, simbolizado pela morte do ser que o Dado se tornou encarnado na figura do Gordo. E se o Dado do sistema (encarnado no Gordo) vencesse, então a luta contra o sistema se provaria ineficaz e o Dado adolescente, com suas convicções, seria forçado a crescer e aceitar o mundo como ele é. No final, a separação da briga antes mesmo de ocorrer joga na cara do Dado adolescente que o sistema nunca foi e nunca será sequer passível de enfrentamento. Não vivemos num filme. Não há clímax. Não há a batalha final. Nisso, o Dado revoltado e seus ideais morrem, o receptáculo (João Gordo) é esvaziado e a alma do sistema volta ao corpo físico do Dado, numa conclusão melancólica de que é impossível matar seus próprios demônios, reescrever a sua história e mudar quem você se tornou.
2021-08-02 01:06
#15
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Europe GKDNZ
Gr8 b8, m8. I rel8, str8 appreci8, and congratul8. I r8 this b8 an 8/8. Plz no h8, I’m str8 ir8. Cre8 more, can’t w8. We should convers8, I won’t ber8, my number is 8888888, ask for N8. No calls l8 or out of st8. If on a d8, ask K8 to loc8. Even with a full pl8, I always have time to communic8 so don’t hesit8.
2021-08-02 01:07
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ahahahah love this
2021-08-02 01:24
#20
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Europe i_r8_ur_b8
+1
2021-08-02 01:38
#25
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Sweden GabM
S tier
2021-08-02 01:47
Hiko missed his spray. Summary: Shots 1-5: Clearly missed. Shots 6-9: Missed due to recoil (bad spray control). Shots 10-11: Very close, but recoil and inaccuracy make these reasonable misses. Shot 12: Likely didn't actually fire because Hiko was already dead.
2021-08-02 01:18
Ali “Aleksib” Sabid is a Pakistani CS:GO professional, who currently plays for Omad Ghazi (OG), an electrical sports (E-sport) organization in Islamabad, Pakistan. He is a part-time street barber on the Fatah Jang district.
2021-08-02 01:39
#22
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Norway R1nkuu_
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2021-08-02 01:39
if Boombl4 has million number of fans i am one of them. if Boombl4 has ten fans i am one of them. if Boombl4 has no fans. that means i am no more on the earth. if world against Boombl4, i am against the world. i love Boombl4 till my last breath... die hard fan of Boombl4.
2021-08-02 01:44
2021-08-02 01:44
Fuck Navi, Gambit, G2. This team #1 but -Dosia + BLACKEAGLE My latest comment. To change the reply's position.
2021-08-02 01:53
#27
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Chile jotler
So yesterday(around 11pm) i was taking a shower and i heard some weird noises in my house. I was kinda scared as i live with my italian gf and noone else and this time she was doing her shopping in the city so it couldn't be her, i covered myself with a towel and went to check what was going on. The noises came from upstairs so i dressed up and took my shotgun(Remington Model 887) in case if someone was there and wanted to hurt me. I was dressed in my anime kawai pyjama signed by device in london 2018. As i went upstairs and opened the doors to the corridor the noises stopped and then i saw that the light is on in my kitchen. I came closer as quiet as i could and then i kicked the doors with all the power i had in my leg. The doors went in the air and landed 10m away(i have huge kitchen). I was ready to fight the bastard that wanted to rob me from my hard earned money(i'm a 32k/month dj), but then i realised noone was there. For the first moment i thought that something is wrong with my head and it was just mine imagination as i drank some whisky this night but when i was about to close the kitchen doors i heard HIM. I peeked from behind the doors and saw his figure in the darkness, his yellow eyes were glowing in the shadows of my fridge. It was HIM, ALLU. I was trying to pull the trigger of my remington but i was too slow, he jumped to me in a blink of an eye and knocked my gun in the corner of the room. I was shouting and crying to him: "get the fak outta here allu, it's my home, don't ruin my life again", but he did not responded, after what i said he smiled at me. The grin on his face horrified me, it was the scariest thing human could ever imagine. After that i started to run downstairs, he was right behind me but i tricked him with my serpent movement(i practiced a lot since aleksib accident in october 2019) and managed to lock the door. He was punching the door and they were about to break so i ran towards exit doors of my apartment, i took my car keys and survival knife just in case. when i was about to open the exit doors i looked behind and saw allus hand breaking the door and shouting "EZ4ENCE NCE ENCE". I ran out of my house leaving everything(my money, my computer, my fridge, atleast gf was okay), i found my car and opened he doors but allu was already outside yhe house, He ran on a full speed towards me and he jumped on the mask of the car and started punching frontside window. It was about to break and i knew my only chance was to fight. I pulled out my survival knife and was ready to fight, allu smiled even more as his sharp fangs started to crush the window, they were about to break in any moment but then the miracle happened. TaZ came with help in his mercedes and as he was leaving his car, allu pissed in his pants and ran into the woods. I hugged TaZ with all power i had left and started crying like a baby and i asked him if he could sign up my pyjama(he agreed and also gave me his cap omg). He said he was hunting allu for 1 year now and he never managed to capture him succesfully. I thanked him for the rescue and wished him gl in capturching that monster. As i said that he ran into the forest after allu with his flamethrower and i heard a lot of screams in finnish language this night so TaZ finally succeeded. That's the whole story, i'm still traumatized after this incident but atleast i feel safe now as now allu won't hurt other people anymore. That's the end of the story, be aware of strangers my mens, you never know what are their intentions towards you. Be safe bros, cya.
2021-08-02 05:48
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