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downloadando.
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è del mit
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escargot
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old.
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still downloadan :V
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Originariamente Scritto da megalomaniac
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problemi di connessione giganti
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non rovinarmi la sorpresa
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maybe later
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you fagget
vie su msn
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you fagget
vie su msn
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Mollato pure io. Sto gioco fa troppe domande
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Pros
- Epic
Cons
- comandi mouse/tastiera ebeti
- Non e' possibile creare un server
- nessun chatlog
Disinstallo
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oh dem controls
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ma che avrebbe di epic?
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The lunch hour had finally ended. I wiped the sweat from my brow and looked at the remains of the restaurant. It was mostly clean, but the chef and the bartender were exhausted to the point where all they seemed to do was stand there. I still had one more table to clean and one more bill to cash in. I started moving to the table when a man I didn't notice before started inching towards the door. He wore some kind of strange, green jumpsuit. Maybe it was a track suit. But it was seven PM, why would he be wearing that?
Upon entering the door I noticed his expression - unmoving, completely devoid of emotion. Actually, if I didn't know any better it would seem that he wasn't blinking. These kind of people hardly ever come to our side of town. I wonder where he came from?
"Hello, I'm Samantha and I will be your waitress today," I told the man as he approached the front. "If you'll please take a seat at this table over here, then we can get started." I gestured towards an open table near a window. I thought he might like the fresh air. He stared at me, looked up, down, and then to the left before doing a full spin.
I asked him if he was feeling okay. "WAT" he screamed at the top of his lungs. I moved back a bit, unprepared for such actions. Once again, I waved my arm towards the open table. He moved past the front and headed towards the bartender, where he started asking for vodka in broken English.
"Sir, if you would please take a seat I will be glad to get your drinks for you."
The man did two full spins and stared at me. "Russian vodka is best vodka, comrade." And then his attention was back to the bartender.
Jesus.
The man introduced himself as God. I made a small greeting to him and finally managed to get him into a chair, where his head jerked around violently for about 30 seconds before he started spinning, his legs almost going through the back frame of the chair. I handed him a menu. "Is there anything I can start you off with, Mr. God?"
"I need the blood of a thousand virgins." He requested.
I returned with some water and he drank it all in two seconds. God demanded more, so I got some more. I did this roughly six times before he finally ordered.
I told the chef we needed 20 lobsters and 7 pies, one pie without any filling and half of one unpeeled banana. He stood there dumbly and produced what I think was 20 lobsters and what I'm sure was seven pies. The banana didn't show. I turned around and brought the man one plate of food, unable to bring all of it with me. He asked me if I came here often, which I absent mindedly responded with, "No."
I brought seven more plates of lobster to the table. On the eighth return to the counter, I returned to all of the plates stacked on top of each other, none of the lobsters touched and the man devouring the flowers in a vase that I had hand planted.
"What the fuck is your problem?"
"I have six penises."
The man sat down on the plate I was holding and asked me to give him a ride. I dropped him off on a table and wrote down his bill. I put the bill down on his table and looked around. God was nowhere to be found. I headed back to the counter to get ANOTHER lobster, but when I did I saw him. God had stolen the cash register and was now slowly walking out of the door. Considering I was holding a plate of lobster, all I could do was slowly shuffle after him. My heart was pounding, I was just behind him when he turned around, and uttered something I would never forget.
God put on his biggest, most disgusting shit eating grin and said simply, "Problem, waitress?"
I lunged forward to g- Player has exited prematurely, game will end now.
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Letta su msn, fottute fanfiction
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Entra un cliente, prende su il registratore di cassa e fugge.ma che avrebbe di epic?
Gli corri dietro, ti siedi sopra il registratore di cassa, mentre lo tiene in mano.
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rofl
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