Howdy Houdishon ! Never heard of counterstrike. And you are too young to know the classics that inspired your game. Lode Runner is the greatest game ever created by mankind. I won't even check out your game. I know by your opinion that you are a freaking moron about life in general...
What are you wearing?
Damn... I can't get into this guy. Maybe a dab or two later. I dunno. I haven't had my morning nap. Doing laundry. Extra cleaning. I haven't played games for a while. My eyes and hands can't take it. As ninja-esque as my reflexes are, under any adverse condition, I cramp up. Half an hour until nap time. I'm coming on an official old age. Probably going to get USAA paraphernalia in the mail, pretty soon. My hairline might have stopped receding. Which is cool. My white hairs look stylish. It's not like I could Grecian Formula. You can't get this ginger in a bottle. Isn't that a song? 'Ginger in a Bottle'. Sting? Whatever happened to sting? Did The Police ever do their final tours? I liked The Police. Sting got a little whiney toward the end. When singers go solo and sing about saving the world, they have burned out. I've been hanging my fresh washed blankets in the house breeze. They're about done drying. I'll take a nap when they are.
See you later Houdishon. I'm still sure you are, not or not, a moron.
What are you wearing?
Damn... I can't get into this guy. Maybe a dab or two later. I dunno. I haven't had my morning nap. Doing laundry. Extra cleaning. I haven't played games for a while. My eyes and hands can't take it. As ninja-esque as my reflexes are, under any adverse condition, I cramp up. Half an hour until nap time. I'm coming on an official old age. Probably going to get USAA paraphernalia in the mail, pretty soon. My hairline might have stopped receding. Which is cool. My white hairs look stylish. It's not like I could Grecian Formula. You can't get this ginger in a bottle. Isn't that a song? 'Ginger in a Bottle'. Sting? Whatever happened to sting? Did The Police ever do their final tours? I liked The Police. Sting got a little whiney toward the end. When singers go solo and sing about saving the world, they have burned out. I've been hanging my fresh washed blankets in the house breeze. They're about done drying. I'll take a nap when they are.
See you later Houdishon. I'm still sure you are, not or not, a moron.
Comment