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Took me a few seconds. "Rusev's lookin' odd."
Is it just the eyes swapped? It's legitimately hard to tell.
Supposed to be the whole face.
Took me a few seconds. "Rusev's lookin' odd."
Is it just the eyes swapped? It's legitimately hard to tell.
Took me a few seconds. "Rusev's lookin' odd."
Is it just the eyes swapped? It's legitimately hard to tell.
I wasnt even on when sammy shot on me .... I dont start shit but I am a finisher
Its cuz im from the D isnt it
While Uber hot, this pic, her pose and ass eating made me laugh way too hard. Looks like she is about to fart before you guys partake...
You never shut up about ska and how the music you like is better than everyone else's. You tell every thread starter that his theme sucks so you can post your own. As such, the PWD threads are in a constant state of "started" by you.
You never shut up about ska and how the music you like is better than everyone else's. You tell every thread starter that his theme sucks so you can post your own. As such, the PWD threads are in a constant state of "started" by you.
You shorten words that don't need it.I didnt start it tell that limey bastard he owes me apols and we will move on
Was the Vader-Ospreay match any good or was it a floppy vanilla midget running into a fat guy with a dusty finish
You shorten words that don't need it.
You're dead to me.
Can't be elitist and dying of diabetes imo.You never shut up about ska and how the music you like is better than everyone else's. You tell every thread starter that his theme sucks so you can post your own. As such, the PWD threads are in a constant state of "started" by you.
I don't.
Not even a Sum 41 adjacent band......my condolences.I once ended up going to a Bowling for Soup show, because my idiot friend decided to order six tickets, without six people to go. And it was like that episode of The Simpsons where Bart and Lisa just kept saying "Will you take us to Mount Splashmore... Will you take us to Mount Splashmore... Will you take us to Mount Splashmore..." to the point of me saying "FINE! I'LL FUCKING GO!!"
It was one of the most horrendous hours of my entire life. Every fucking song, sounded the fucking same. The lead singer was making fart noises into the mic, like the audience was full of 6 year olds.
As it turned out, the reason why the guy wanted me to go, as opposed to his Bowling For Soup obsessed brother-in-law was because I had a spare bed, and he promised my spare bed to one of out other mate's, so if I didn't go, he'd have had to deal with someone who he lied to about there being a spare bed.