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Welcome, player "Rental". to TWL Division 3c. Good luck in all of your future efforts with team "Target Practice".
the world's most interesting man - dos equis
Rental: Good At Soldier, Bad At Avatars
Rental98 may he live on in memory.
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We unite as one team in order to uphold the most sacred law of the world. " Protect thy Rental , And though shall never lose. Even in the face of the most evilest of opponents. " - God spoke the word to rental who then spoke the word to gotfrag.
rent a cap
=)
THEN PROTECT RENTAL AGAIN!
CAGE THEM KIDS
PROTECT RENTAL
PROTECT RENTAL
good random conversation with that davvic guy
pcsh rules the tf universe
two shay yung zteng rei
-=RENT-A-CRAP=- ahahaha see what i did there?
This guy thinks he's Captain Knots. Captain Tyin' Knots. When everyone needs some knots tied, they go to him.
qwtf lessons for sale sup
zomg! thats me in ur profile info! EVERYBODY looks at rental's profile...IM GONNA BE FAMOUS! :D
do work son
HOLY HELL!
That's my 3rd favorite animal!
1st- Penguins
2nd- Ducks
I want a penguin named Thursday =|
Don't judge me!
That's my 3rd favorite animal!
1st- Penguins
2nd- Ducks
I want a penguin named Thursday =|
Don't judge me!
My Lord, I loved strawberry jam
And the dark sweetness of a woman%u2019s body.
Also well-chilled vodka, herring in olive oil,
Scents, of cinnamon, of cloves.
So what kind of prophet am I? Why should the spirit
Have visited such a man? Many others
Were justly called, and trustworthy.
Who would have trusted me? For they saw
How I empty glasses, throw myself on food,
And glance greedily at the waitress%u2019s neck.
Flawed and aware of it. Desiring greatness,
Able to recognise greatness wherever it is,
And yet not quite, only in part, clairvoyant,
I knew what was left for smaller men like me:
A feast of brief hopes, a rally of the proud,
A tournament of hunchbacks, literature.
And the dark sweetness of a woman%u2019s body.
Also well-chilled vodka, herring in olive oil,
Scents, of cinnamon, of cloves.
So what kind of prophet am I? Why should the spirit
Have visited such a man? Many others
Were justly called, and trustworthy.
Who would have trusted me? For they saw
How I empty glasses, throw myself on food,
And glance greedily at the waitress%u2019s neck.
Flawed and aware of it. Desiring greatness,
Able to recognise greatness wherever it is,
And yet not quite, only in part, clairvoyant,
I knew what was left for smaller men like me:
A feast of brief hopes, a rally of the proud,
A tournament of hunchbacks, literature.
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