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Engine

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  • Birthday 05/29/1988

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    Dearborn Heights
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    I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas.

    I step large and laugh easy.

    I fight MMA.

    I'm fixin to be a nurse.

    I don't need your sex, I don't need your shit.
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  1. Happy Birthday :D

  2. Sending Birthday Wishes :)

  3. I play D&D We play 3.5 because 4th edition sucks massive dicks. 4th edition. They released everything too fast, changed too much, didn't think too much through and overall made it a headache to play. Depends on what kind of character I'm playing, but usually I like hack and slash/adventuring most because I can't just go into a cave and start to kill shit in real life. Well, I could, but then I'd be fucking weird/in prison. Not sure what "style" means here I'm a 'powergamer'. I like to make my character as strong as possible, but that doesn't mean I won't do things for roleplayings sake. I find roleplaying to be much more challenging and fun at specific times than actual combat situations. Usually I like a cohesive group, but it is always fun to have someone or someones that go against what everyone else wants to do so that it's not always the same approach to how things are done. It's a social interaction with me. There have been times where the group and I have gotten together and played football until daylight was gone, then headed down in the basement to play and chitchatted it up for hours almost forgetting the original reason we came to play in the first place. It's not that we don't enjoy the game, because every one of us love it, but we all do it for the company and camaraderie. Not to mention a way to evade our girlfriends/wives for a day, because yes, every single one of us is in a relationship or married. Depends again on what I plan on doing more. I usually pick my race as a complement to my class and my intention on the amount I'm going to roleplay.
  4. I've recently been introduced to dubstep music. I'm actually kinda diggin it, but rather than wade through all kinds of horrible artists trying to make a name for themself, I figured I'd come figure out what some of y'alls favorite songs/artists of this genre are and any other artists you might recommend. Thanks in advance for anything you choose to share with me.
  5. I'm actually heavy into the 'scene' music, and I can say that brokeNCYDE is probably one of the absolute worst bands out there. That being said, they do have some redeeming qualities about them though, in that their covers of rap songs are actually catchy enough to give a new life to once dead songs. You'll probably have to dig pretty hard for the old school rap covers and if you're expecting them to be as gangsta as before then you'll be disappointed but they do sound different, different enough to make people listen to them again. I was horrified when my friend told me that he thought "Bitches Ain't Shit" by Dr. Dre was by brokeNCYDE though. If you're not at all into rap, though, these guys are not for you in any way.
  6. Yep. Totally serious about that last post. Everyone else can make jokes about this random bitch smoking while pregnant in the picture but "OH FUCK A YOUNG GUY, HE MUST NOT PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT HAPPENS IN THE REAL WORLD, BETTER JUMP RIGHT ON THAT" Almost had me there, champ.
  7. No, I don't wrestle, I fight Mixed Martial Arts. I -did- wrestle though. On March 24th I'll be fighting on a Navy base in King's Bay, GA

  8. The picture is a hoax. That woman is too ugly to ever convince anyone to have sex with her. Photoshopped. /thread
  9. ha! your the same age as me evil offsprings! You wrestle???

  10. I'm afraid of condiments. I don't have panic attacks or anything, but if you come near me threatening to put mustard, mayo, etc. on me I'll treat you the same way I would treat someone who was holding a gun to me. I'd probably be more careful about the condiments than the gun because if someone misses me with a gun, then it's a done deal, but if someone misses me with condiments they could splash.
  11. I don't believe there needs to be a specific month to hail the great deeds of African American people. You hear it for February and how awesome their exploits were. For February. That's it. When I was in high school we learned about Garrett Morgan who made some pretty interesting shit, but February ended. I wasn't done learning about him or even a few other people, however, it wasn't black history month anymore, so nobody gave a shit. Obviously I went out and checked out books to figure more out, but this was a black teacher in a predominantly black school(Robichaud High School) that just stopped teaching about these people because her curriculum called for only so much of black history and she didn't feel like elaborating. in before racist.
  12. It depends on age usually. People in their early teens-mid twenties are usually(not always) unhappier if they're overweight due to the extreme amounts of criticism they get from their peers. As they age they give less of a shit what people think about them. People from that age range usually say "I don't care what anyone thinks" but they're full of shit. They pretend they don't care but they really do, because every person seeks acceptance into something. As people get older, they've established families, careers and things like that, and actually DON'T care about what other people in their social circles think about them because they've got more important things to worry about(family). That's not to say that skinny people in their early teens/late twenties range are ALWAYS happy, because that's not the case, but more often they're happier than their overweight counterparts.
  13. Writing was going to be my profession, but I then decided that I liked doing it too much. If I was a professional writer then my work would be critiqued much more than if I just did it as a passion. When you do something "professionally" then everyone expects everything to be perfect about it. I'm sure you all know things don't work out that way, and furthermore, I wouldn't want to turn something I enjoy into work. That would kill it for me; I used to love swimming, now that I'm a lifeguard, I hate swimming because I have to do it for work.. Kinda like that. I was actually one year off of getting a Bachelor's in English from Western Michigan University and was like 'nah'.
  14. So the other day I'm headin home. Minding my own business, doin it big style after hittin up the local Subway for a chicken pizziola sandwich. Something like that, I think I was gettin food. I roll up on the good ole apt complex, same routine I do every time I'm through doin work on some healthy fast food. Today was no different up until the point I walk past the pine tree that's chillin to the direct right of the entrance to my building. I'm hearing some bickering and overall not-chill-vibes coming from over there. Sounds like a couple little kids are screaming at each other. Naturally, I'm gonna either watch them fight or put an end to the conflict because I feel bad for one of them. Most likely the latter since we're in Michigan and everyone knows the cold ass oppressive winters we get up here, and I most certainly do -not- want to be standing outside any longer than I have to. This pine tree is big as shit. I'm talking it -eclipses- any other fucking pine tree you've ever seen. The proximity of it to my apartment complex is mind boggling, because if that thing decides to fall, half our complex goes with it. Anyways, so I turn the corner and see these four little kids. I say "Hey, you kids, calm the fuck down and go home. You're loud and I don't wanna deal with this." They all immediately stop bickering with each other and stare up at me. Let me tell you, these were some weird fucking youngsters. They all had the same goddamn outfit on. Brown leather pants with tan colored tunic looking things. Normal people dont wear this on a regular basis, so my first idea is that these kids have weird ass parents who never discipline them in any other way than dressing them up to be weird as fuck, which would also explain their befuddlement of my yelling at them. The smallest one looks up at me and says, serious as anyone his age could be "Did you just fucking call me a 'little kid'?" Immediately I am aware that I must have walked into four dwarves. That is, people with the medical condition dwarfism, not the fantasy kind. I apologized and told them that I was unaware that they were dwarves prior to their anger enlightening me. This pissed them off royally. All four of them stared me right in the face and yelled "DO WE LOOK LIKE DWARVES TO YOU MOTHERFUCKER? WE'RE OBVIOUSLY WOOD ELVES!" Okay, so apparently the little guys have decided to further clique themselves up into different categories of Dwarfism, hell, everyone does it, it makes sense, as a fighter I fancy myself a grappler over a striker; Maybe they all had the same condition or some shit and it was their way of differentiating themselves, I don't know how that shit works. They proceed to scream and yell and bitch my life out to the point I get pretty salty about the entire thing. I tell them "I don't know how dwarfism or it's stuff works, guys, there's no need for you to be yellin at me that way. I didn't know you guys separated into groups further." So the leader, in light of the most recent response walks up and punches me right in the sack. Hard. Dude fucked my life up. He pretty much dominated my pussy crusher right there. I double over and fall. They start ganging up on me, and the adrenaline gets to flowing. I stand up, pretty much in a rage at this point, and start beating the shit out of the one that punched me. I beat him within an inch of his life and moved onto the next one. I started swinging him like a bat into a third, kinda like the scene in the movie "Jason X", only with less sleeping bags and topless cute holographic babes and more short people. the fourth one outside of my sight walks up to my original victim and his hands turn all green and glowy and shit, the first wood elf stands up good as new. That's when I realized, these fucking things were ACTUAL WOOD ELVES. I knew I had to be quick about it. These guys had magic spells and shit and I'd have to overpower them quickly if I were to have a chance at victory. Using the one I had been swinging like a club as my weapon still, I brought him down 12-6 style on the pair that healed each other. The one behind me had time to give himself a quick little dose of the magic green shit. This was apparent to me when he jumped on my back and started biting my neck. Not Count Dracula vampire style, but "I'm three feet tall, this is pretty much the best I've got other than demolishing your nuts which were already cracked a second ago". Woe betide this motherfucking guy though, because he just grappled a grappler. I break his ass down and start to put the hurtin on him. Let me just take a break to say that these fucking things a PROFESSIONAL at distracting, because the three that I wasn't paying attention to made with their magic and were feeling good as new. My fury was starting to wear off and I knew it was coming. So hammer-throw style I had to swing one of them around and take out the last three with my makeshift weapon of a wood elf. Thank the good fucking lord above(or whoever these guys don't worship) because my plan worked. I beat them all right the fuck down whack a mole style, but my rage had ended. I collapsed down onto myself and passed out. When I came to, I was surrounded by police officers. I went to explain to them that I had to fight the elves off, but apparently they fucking vanish after being defeated in combat, because I was the only one there. No elves, no story, just looking stupid. I had to put my hands on my head, lay down and wait for the cops to come put the cuffs on my stupid ass. This shit really fucking happened. I spend my spare time breaking up wood elf fights around my apartment complex because that's how I fuckin do. Or maybe next time I should just grow the fuck up and not do acid when i'm on my way home from doing whatever it is that i'm doing, because everyone knows that wood elves are not fucking real, right?
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