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meem_q8 13. zář. v 12.05 
-rep bad bad survivor opened the gate and ran away
Rusty_23 16. pro. 2023 v 8.09 
“Don't gobblefunk around with words.”
― Roald Dahl, The BFG
muri11 21. říj. 2023 v 13.35 
bro look at ur prof pic xdd cant take serious someone with that pic
pdog 25. lis. 2022 v 23.09 
Hey Liam, long time no talk. Just want to say I miss you and I'm here anytime you need me. I'm like your guardian angel for e commerce. Just know if anyone ever messed with you, me and Harryz got your back.

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Baytex 18. zář. 2022 v 12.01 
"touch grass" is not an insult towards gamers, rather it is advice for them. When participating in intense periods of gaming, the human hand has a tendency to get sweaty. The sweat causes the hand to become slick, and it b becomes more difficult to retain a grip on the gamers gaming mouse, thus making it more difficult to perform well in intense gaming moments. By touching grass with the gamers hand, the grass will impart a layer of particulate onto the gamers hand, the particulate can be made of a variety of dusts, dirts and other natural matter. This particulate will then act in a similar form to climbers chalk, absorbing the sweat and drying out the gamers hand. With dry hands, the gamer can now perform to their maximum when gaming. This is why when an enemy or teammate tells you to touch grass, they are simply trying to assist you in performing better.
Baytex 18. zář. 2022 v 12.00 
Why is six afraid of seven?

Six hasn't been the same since he left Vietnam. He can seldom close his eyes without opening them again at fear of Charlies lurking in the jungle trees. Not that you could ever see the bastards, mind you. They were swift, and they knew their way around the jungle like nothing else. He remembers the looks on the boys' faces as he walked into that village and... oh, Jesus. The memories seldom left him, either. Sometimes he'd reminisce - even hear - Tex's southern drawl. He remembers the smell of Brooklyn's cigarettes like nothing else. He always kept a pack of Lucky's with him. The boys are gone, now. He knows that; it's just that he forgets, sometimes. And, every now and then, the way that seven looks at him with avid concern in his eyes... it makes him think. Sets him on edge. Makes him feel like he's back there... in the jungle.