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Indeed. I found it hilarious to see rarity cry, which is a quite common site as she's a drama queen, but seeing pinkie cry.. :fluttersad:

That must be the secret recipe.

The Russians have such bad reputation nowadays? :fatdance:I see that people think that many of them are scammers, and I've even seen a few people saying they'll refuse to do business with Russians because the majority of them are scammers. :fatdance:I MUST KNOW, where these rumors originated from. Someone tell me.

As of today, I have been unadmined. I blame all of you. I'll miss the low gravity Heavy boxing, or the Low gravity Degroot keep fights. Srs bsns now, Guys.

Are you drinking it in a beer boot?If so that's alright. Otherwise, you're doing it wrong.

NO YOU DON'T. DON'T STEP AWAY FROM THE PROBLEM NITZ, CONFRONT IT. PUNCH IT IN THE BALLS. lowercase

I'M THROWING MONEY AT THE SCREEN... BUT NOTHING SEEMS TO BE HAPPENING. I MUST THROW HARDER DAMNIT! lowercase

Iz unfortunate. I was gonna ban Hertz, and then we were all gonna live happily ever after. IF Ian reads this not really.

Fight club events.

http://www.tf2wh.com/overstock.phpThe current price on Gift wrap is somewhere give or take 2.4 metalthe market price right now is 3IT'S PROFIT TIME GUIZ.

OH, okay. Thank you.

STUPID QUESTION INCOMINGReferral?

GET THE FUCK OUT HERTZ, I earned my 200 something posts, you spammed for them.It should be Guy's own.

WOMEN. Here's a wig.Volunteers?

Since I've been rather bored, and I'm stuck in a slump with Dr. Enforcicle's Diary, I decided to write another story. Plus, I need to see what people think before I post it on SPUF. It's about Saxton Hale, and his crazy adventures. Enjoy. More to come later. Chapter 1: Shiny Thingamajigg It was a nice, sunny day in Australia. The birds were singing. The men were wrestling the alligators. The women were waxing their mustaches. It was quiet. Peaceful. Well, not exactly peaceful by normal standards, but peaceful by Australian standards in the sense there were no guns going off, and no one was dying. A loud scream suddenly broke the silence. “BIDWEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLL” Screamed Saxton Hale. “You called me over here, for this shiny thingamajigger?” Hale begrudgingly said. “Yes sir, it’s no ordinary machine, it is a time machine!” said bidwell. “Time machine? The hell do I need that for?” “Well sir, you could go forward and time and see how the company is doing, or you could go back in time to stomp out your competitors.” “I like it. But it needs a mustache. Do we have the science to put mustaches on inanimate objects yet bidwell?” “No Sir.” “THEN GET ON IT.” Screamed Hale. “But before I leave, Mr. Hale. Would you not like to test the machine out? Uh… Mr. Hale? Where are you Mr. Hale? OH BY GOD, HALE WENT INTO THE TIME MACHINE! Who am I talking to?” Hale found himself in a vortex spinning through time. “The hell did Bidwell do this time… Maybe I can contact him on my Phone Watch. Needs more mustache.” Nothing but static was heard, and Hale angrily swore insults that cannot be said due to the graphic nature of them. 3 minutes later… Hale found himself in a strange barren land. The vortex was gone, and it dumped him out in what appeared to be in Lexington, United states. “The hell am I doing here… I said I wanted to go back in time when hookers only cost 3 dollars, not this place! What time is it…” Hale checked his watch, seeing the time, and realizing it was April 17th, 1775. “By god, I’ve just realized, tomorrow the battle of Lexington and Concord will happen! The American revolution! Now how can I put this to my advantage… I can either go and punch everyone, and declare the country to be the United States of Australia, or see how it plays out. I think I’ll choose… -“ Hale fell down to the ground, a sharp pain in the back of his head. It all went black... but not before Hale saw a tall white fellow putting a sack over his head... Fin of Chapter 1.

I'm just gonna dump out all the chapters on Subspuf before I actually post them. Tell me what you think. Didn't finish, still a bit more, i'll update it.So Saxton happily walked towards the nearby town. Upon entering, people stood in awe of his amazing muscles. Their era was not prepared for such manliness, or mustachiodness. People cowered as Hale walked by. As he was walking, a small boy came up to him and tapped him on the leg.“Sir, why are you so Manly?” Asked the small boy. “Son, I will tell you something that I’ve only told a few people. You see this mustache and Hat?” Hale said pointing at his Mustache and hat.“Hale’s keep all their power in their Mustaches and hats. If I am ever to lose my mustache, or hat, I will become as wimpy as you, small boy. Does that explain it boy?” “MUM, THERE’S A LUNATIC ON THE LOOSE, ‘ELP, ‘ELP!”Hale chuckled, and proceeded to the nearest bar. He opened the door, and he saw something amazing. Beer. Everywhere. Bottles of beer, kegs, fountains, so much beer, you could swim in it.A small tear formed in Hale’s eye, but then his eye remembered he’s too manly for tears, so he sucked the tear right back up. “Bartender, I will have three kegs of beer, and a bendy straw.”The bartender stared at him for a moment, then with a somewhat dismayed look on his face lifted up the kegs one by one.“Thanks mate!” Said Hale. Hale then grasped the large keg as if it was nothing but a mug, and chugged down the entire keg in 10 seconds flat. Then the next. Then the next. He made his way to the door, but all of a sudden he heard a voice scream out “OY, YA DIDN’T PAY FOR YAHR BEER.”“Me? Pay for beer?” Hale let out a mighty loud chuckle, “I’m Saxton Hale, I don’t pay for beer, you give it to me and I let you live.”The bar tender stared at Hale with a grim look on his face. He reached under the counter and took out what seemed to be a flintlock pistol.“You sure you don’t want to pay mate? “Hale let out a laugh that resonated in the whole town, pounding his fist on a table breaking it in the process.“YOU THINK YOU CAN HURT ME WITH THAT LITTLE TOY? GO ON, TRY IT.”Hale went up to the man, stood up tall and straight, and pointed straight at his chest.“Go on, do it.”The bartender filled with rage pointed the pistol, fired... and... nothing happened.“Told you so, but now you’re gonna have to pay for that.”Hale lifted up the bartender with nothing but his pinkie, and immediately tossed him out the window, making a huge hole in the wall in the process.“OI, WHERE ARE WE GONNA GET ‘AHR BEER NOW MATE? BARTENDER’S OUT COLD.” Shouted some random drunk.“Not my problem.” Said hale, with a smile on his face. Suddenly, a large group of drunks took out pistols and knives, an assortment of weaponry. They all intended on having Hale’s head if they couldn’t get their beer. *in progress*

Its obviously SUF.But vote.

Once we reach 100 we'll need at least 3 more admins.I nominate myself, Huff, and Silent. Or... hertz maybe. He might kill us.

Not exactly hate, just... slight resentment.He doesn't like Queen.He likes vegtables.HORRIBLE PERSON -REP WOULD NOT READ AGAIN

I'm just getting the vibe that people dislike me on S(P)UF. How do improve self D:?

Vote.

IAN IS IN FLORIDA. JANOBI IS NEVER HERE. MODS ARE GONE. PARTY. lowercase

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I JUST GOT SHOT.What do.

They are delicious.