Fucking Faldon hackers (Page 1 of 2)

I FUcKING GIT HACKED EVRYTIME I PLAY..

eye fuking hate u Faldon playas... u all suk cok.

when i play i git hacked by u ass cocks.

Last summer, after watching that movie with Kevin Bacon and the white-water rafting, I decided to go camping. I packed my banjo and underwear and started off. Half-way out the door, I remembered one word, one important word: Tent. I felt my morale plummet. I did not own any camping equipment. Disappointed, I went to the grocery store to buy some Pop Tarts. Walking down the feminine hygiene aisle, I glanced to my left and saw a familiar face. Jimmy! I had met Jimmy in my economics class. I really didn't know him that well. He was the quiet type... Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a killer package always straining against the fabric of his jeans. We had only spoken once or twice and he seemed like a decent person. From those conversations, I knew that Jimmy was an avid outdoorsman and that he would probably have a tent. Trying to be polite, I asked him if he would like to go camping with me. His eyes lit up and he did a merry little jig, the kind of jig that you would expect a gerbil to do in Liberace's colon. He quit his job right then. And, so, we packed my Subaru Baja with his Food Lion uniform and a week's supply of Activia yogurt. As we pulled away, little did I realize that the economy wouldn't be the only thing inflating that weekend.