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"Talent wins games but teamwork wins championships" can confirm bro had neither

-rep does not kick a griefing teammate = griefing himself

+Rep u cool dude have a good day and gl in ur games 🔥

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3k hours and a bot

account bought, he is so bad

Ls braindead animal

noob who cant play cs, uninstall this game and go play tetris

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delete your game please

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When a girl buys a vibrator, its seen as a bit of naughty fun BUT when a guy orders a 240 Volt FockMaster Pro 5000 blowup latex doll with 6 speed pulsating vagina, elasticized anus with non-drip semen collection tray, together with optional built in realistic orgasm scream surround sound system, hes called a pervert?

lolzguru account. using at least wall -rep i will share the demo mf to everyone just to get a report.

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Yesterday when I lost, I went and gave a hug to the greatest player in history. My brother SHOOTEHR, I told him "Filho da puta, you beat me". I'm incredibly sad for having lost. But this guy is the ♥♥♥♥! I HATE TO LOSE!!! But enjoy your title, csgo was waiting for this moment!

You frantically try to think what to do, but all of your thoughts are drowned out by the now-deafening sound of hardbass. You shed a tear as you look at your front wing, knowing this is the last time you will see it fully intact. You come into a low-speed corner. As you're about to hit the apex, you look back in your mirror. To your horror, you see Kvyat coming up the inside at 320 kph, screaming angry Russian. You try to turn outside, but it's too late. "Do svidaniya, comrade," you hear Kvyat say, as he crushes your front wing into fragments, and shoves you off track. You're now retiring your vehicle, as you see Kvyat speed off in the distance.

You're a mid-field F1 driver. You're sitting in P10 with 5 laps left, trying to bring home a points finish for your team. You're completely in the zone, focused on your braking points and your exits. You're truly one with the track and the car. Then suddenly, you begin to hear the sound of hardbass from behind. "It can't be," you say to yourself as you try to deny the sound, but it grows louder, and louder. A creeping fear rises within you as your brain finally puts 2 and 2 together, and you realize the grim situation you're now in. You look at your rear-view mirror, and all of your worst fears and suspicions are confirmed. It's the Torpedo himself, barreling down on you on fresher tires. The heart palpitations begin. Your hands start to shake. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

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I actually saw Shootehr arguing with ThatGuy at the airport. ThatGuy was clutching at his Astralis jersey in tears, and Shootehr kept telling him to "♥♥♥♥ off" and "stop ruining my dreams"

I cannot believe ma son is watching 1000s of people typing nonsense . It is disturbing that small children today get influenced & type garbage like “KEKW” & “LUL” . What does it even mean and how do you find it funny? What do all of you people get by typing all day in chat? Get a life....

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Bye Bye Troomp

Kailash “kennyS” Singh is an Indian professional CS:GO player who currently plays for Goumutra 2 (G2), an Electrical Sports team based in Panji, Goa, India. Currently working as receptionist at Patni Computing Systems, and is looking for core engineering job in hardware company.

Haben Sie das gehört? Das ist das geraus meines Walter, das direkt auf ihren Öhlen gerichtet ist.

Imagine having a faggy steam comment section like this

TRAIN WAS THE PROBLEM LMAO U LITTLE PEEPEE BOI

he suck big ♥♥♥♥

After a good game in csgo, i added him because he seemed like a cool guy. We got chatting, over the next couple of months we became good friends. Lots of banter, lots of great CS and most importantly true friendship.
I invited him to my house for a csgo lan party. He said he was coming so i was looking forward to meeting him in real life.
When he arrived at my house, he pushed me against the wall and started nibbling my ear, i felt his hard wiener push against my leg. I punched him and then 1 tapped him. Turns out he was gay. Don't trust this guy.

Moj stary mial nowa kobiete i mowil mi ze jest w porzadku ja mowie co ty pierdolisz ta suka cie jebie na kase on wstal stary wstal i mowi co ty ♥♥♥♥♥ gnoju i lape do mnie wystawia chcial mi liscia wyjebac a ja go na pizde fast attack bomba w oko ♥♥♥♥♥ na brzuch oddechu nie mogl zlapac sweter mial na sobie na leb mu sweter zalozylem bomby od dolu mu wale na nos wujaszek nas rozdziela ja mialem ta koszule co na dzwikach bylem z guzikami i tak mnie szarpal ze mi wszystkie guziki z koszuil wypadly.

● *MORT* MARLEY420_‎ : [22:51]Shootehr:was fastest i couldi got diarrhea in shower;/

♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥ I can't believe it! Alright so today we're having class and my crush was looking like a straight-up snack as usual. No one could see me from the waist down so I stared at her and started to jerk off. I was yanking it, I was cranking it the teacher's words were going in one ear and right out the other. Then my crush got up to get a cola out of her mini-fridge, her fast ass was on display for everyone to see. I came so hard that it shot out of my ♥♥♥♥ like a surface-to-air missile! My thick sticky ♥♥♥ covered my Kill-La-Kill shirt, the whole class was staring. I knew they knew but I had to clean myself up. I thought I had covered the camera when I got up but the whole class saw my semi-hard ♥♥♥♥ in all its four inches of glory. The teacher kicked me from the class and pmd me to let me know that I had been suspended indefinitely. Does anyone know if I can sue the school for discrimination?

But i enjoy trolling shooters with my msgs :D

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What the ♥♥♥♥ did you just ♥♥♥♥ing say about me, you little ♥♥♥♥♥? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the ♥♥♥♥ out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my ♥♥♥♥ing words. You think you can get away with saying that ♥♥♥♥ to me over the Internet? Think again, ♥♥♥♥er. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're ♥♥♥♥ing dead

As a former SR-71 pilot, and a professional keynote speaker, the question I'm most often asked is "How fast would that SR-71 fly?" I can be assured of hearing that question several times at any event I attend. It's an interesting question, given the aircraft's proclivity for speed, but there really isn't one number to give, as the jet would always give you a little more speed if you wanted it to. It was common to see 35 miles a minute. Because we flew a programmed Mach number on most missions, and never wanted to harm the plane in any way, we never let it run out to any limits of temperature or speed. Thus, each SR-71 pilot had his own individual “high” speed that he saw at some point on some mission.

I saw mine over Libya when Khadafy fired two missiles my way, and max power was in order. Let’s just say that the plane truly loved speed and effortlessly took us to Mach numbers we hadn’t previously seen. So it was with great surprise, when at the end of one of my presentations, someone asked, “what was the slowest you ever flew the Blackbird?” This was a first. After giving it some thought, I was reminded of a story that I had never shared before, and relayed the following. I was flying the SR-71 out of RAF Mildenhall, England , with my back-seater, Walt Watson; we were returning from a mission over Europe and the Iron Curtain when we received a radio transmission from home base.

As we scooted across Denmark in three minutes, we learned that a small RAF base in the English countryside had requested an SR-71 fly-past. The air cadet commander there was a former Blackbird pilot, and thought it would be a motivating moment for the young lads to see the mighty SR-71 perform a low approach. No problem, we were happy to do it. After a quick aerial refueling over the North Sea , we proceeded to find the small airfield. Walter had a myriad of sophisticated navigation equipment in the back seat, and began to vector me toward the field. Descending to subsonic speeds, we found ourselves over a densely wooded area in a slight haze

Like most former WWII British airfields, the one we were looking for had a small tower and little surrounding infrastructure. Walter told me we were close and that I should be able to see the field, but I saw nothing. Nothing but trees as far as I could see in the haze. We got a little lower, and I pulled the throttles back from 325 knots we were at. With the gear up, anything under 275 was just uncomfortable. Walt said we were practically over the field—yet; there was nothing in my windscreen. I banked the jet and started a gentle circling maneuver in hopes of picking up anything that looked like a field.

Meanwhile, below, the cadet commander had taken the cadets up on the catwalk of the tower in order to get a prime view of the fly-past. It was a quiet, still day with no wind and partial gray overcast. Walter continued to give me indications that the field should be below us but in the overcast and haze, I couldn't see it.. The longer we continued to peer out the window and circle, the slower we got. With our power back, the awaiting cadets heard nothing. I must have had good instructors in my flying career, as something told me I better cross-check the gauges. As I noticed the airspeed indicator slide below 160 knots, my heart stopped and my adrenalin-filled left hand pushed two throttles full forward.

At this point we weren't really flying, but were falling in a slight bank. Just at the moment that both afterburners lit with a thunderous roar of flame (and what a joyous feeling that was) the aircraft fell into full view of the shocked observers on the tower. Shattering the still quiet of that morning, they now had 107 feet of fire-breathing titanium in their face as the plane leveled and accelerated, in full burner, on the tower side of the infield, closer than expected, maintaining what could only be described as some sort of ultimate knife-edge pass. Quickly reaching the field boundary, we proceeded back to Mildenhall without incident. We didn't say a word for those next 14 minutes