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Getbig Main Boards => Gossip & Opinions => Topic started by: dukey187 on May 13, 2011, 07:45:46 AM
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much props to alice losing a little weight and to flex for putting some muscle on.
low sperm count speed
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i doubt thats alex
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Alex has lost some weight :o
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i doubt thats alex
dont let the interacting with humans outside of the cyber world fool you tito.
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Epic jealousy on the internets. Negative thoughts provide the base of all external harm on one's body. Let's move forward and carry on with positive sights and thoughts.
Positive people are able to maintain a broader perspective and see the big picture which helps them identify solutions where as negative people maintain a narrower perspective and tend to focus on problems. Big example-GetBig haters!
Positive emotions such as gratitude and appreciation help bodybuilders (like Nasser) perform at a higher level.
Lastly, positive people have more friends which is a key factor of happiness and longevity but also they have a few engulfed in negativity this is why the excretion of positiveness all over them is very much needed.
STAY POSITIVE...FOR THE MONTH OF MAY AND SEE HOW YOU FEEL.....I BET IT'S GRRRRREEEEAAAATT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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plus this looks like it is a woman, so its ruled out its alex because thats a man.
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he's always been my favorite dancer
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She's killing him in the calf department.
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plus this looks like it is a woman, so its ruled out its alex because thats a man.
whats the difference. both of them have the same sperm count.
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You got to feel for Flexington. Dude is a great guy and he's got that Fat French fuck to deal with for the next 40 years.
Imagine dreading Thanksgiving and Christmas for the rest of your life, not to mention every time your phone rings it could be that fat french loser.
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You got to feel for Flexington. Dude is a great guy and he's got that Fat French fuck to deal with for the next 40 years.
Imagine dreading Thanksgiving and Christmas for the rest of your life, not to mention every time your phone rings it could be that fat french loser.
hahahaha I can see it now .. 'Hey flex its me and the wizard, open up...were outside, your car is here...where are you ?'
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You got to feel for Flexington. Dude is a great guy and he's got that Fat French fuck to deal with for the next 40 years.
Imagine dreading Thanksgiving and Christmas for the rest of your life, not to mention every time your phone rings it could be that fat french loser.
^ this.
flexington is very good people. very genuine and down to earth and soft spoken.
a class act too to boot, especially considering his situation.
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hahahaha I can see it now .. 'Hey flex its me and the wizard, open up...were outside, your car is here...where are you ?'
LOL!
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hahahaha I can see it now .. 'Hey flex its me and the wizard, open up...were outside, your car is here...where are you ?'
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA C'mon Flex, we need you to take the pictures of me and the wizard eating, laughing, cuddling........
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^ this.
flexington is very good people. very genuine and down to earth and soft spoken.
a class act too to boot, especially considering his situation.
dido.
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HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA C'mon Flex, we need you to take the pictures of me and the wizard eating, laughing, cuddling........
LOL......Im gonna stay out of this one, grab a bag of popcorn and enjoy no one and tendonitis rip alice to shreds.
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hahahaha I can see it now .. 'Hey flex its me and the wizard, open up...were outside, your car is here...where are you ?'
lol man o man can you imagine the strories flex has about lowspermalice23?
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*ding dong*
flexington hits the mute button on the tv, getting up slowly from the couch and walking silently across the floor to the window. he's been watching the clock for over an hour now, the minutes passing by far to quickly. like a man on death row, he knows his fate and it's at his door.
'hey! open up! it's me! I brought nasser!' he hears from outside.
slowly inching the curtain away from the sill to peer at the unwelcomed guest, he wonders how the fuck he ever came to be in this situation.
'hey! I know your in there! open up the bucket of chicken is getting cold!' says Alex, his brother-in-law, half eaten drumstick in hand, grease dripping down his 3 chins onto a stained polo shirt that strains unnaturally to contain the bulk of his midsection.
'fuck' he mutters to himself and hangs his head. i knew I should have put the car in the garage, or better yet killed the fat retard 3 years ago. he didn't know it would turn out like this. padding back across the floor he stops in front of the desk where he keeps the 45. loaded with hollowpoints with one in the chamber for good luck.
ha ha 'good luck' he thinks to himself. if I had luck I would be in this predicament right now.
'I'm coming!' he says in a happy falsetto, as he slides the chamber back and walks to the door.
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*ding dong*
flexington hits the mute button on the tv, getting up slowly from the couch and walking silently across the floor to the window. he's been watching the clock for over an hour now, the minutes passing by far to quickly. like a man on death row, he knows his fate and it's at his door.
'hey! open up! it's me! I brought nasser!' he hears from outside.
slowly inching the curtain away from the sill to peer at the unwelcomed guest, he wonders how the fuck he ever came to be in this situation.
'hey! I know your in there! open up the bucket of chicken is getting cold!' says Alex, his brother-in-law, half eaten drumstick in hand, grease dripping down his 3 chins onto a stained polo shirt that strains unnaturally to contain the bulk of his midsection.
'fuck' he mutters to himself and hangs his head. i knew I should have put the car in the garage, or better yet killed the fat retard 3 years ago. he didn't know it would turn out like this. padding back across the floor the stops in front of the desk where he keeps the 45. loaded with hollowpoints and one in the chamber for good luck.
ha ha 'good luck' he thinks to himself. if I had luck I would be in this predicament right now.
'I'm coming!' he says in a happy falsetto, as he slides the chamber back and walks to the door.
An instant classic!
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*ding dong*
flexington hits the mute button on the tv, getting up slowly from the couch and walking silently across the floor to the window. he's been watching the clock for over an hour now, the minutes passing by far to quickly. like a man on death row, he knows his fate and it's at his door.
'hey! open up! it's me! I brought nasser!' he hears from outside.
slowly inching the curtain away from the sill to peer at the unwelcomed guest, he wonders how the fuck he ever came to be in this situation.
'hey! I know your in there! open up the bucket of chicken is getting cold!' says Alex, his brother-in-law, half eaten drumstick in hand, grease dripping down his 3 chins onto a stained polo shirt that strains unnaturally to contain the bulk of his midsection.
'fuck' he mutters to himself and hangs his head. i knew I should have put the car in the garage, or better yet killed the fat retard 3 years ago. he didn't know it would turn out like this. padding back across the floor he stops in front of the desk where he keeps the 45. loaded with hollowpoints with one in the chamber for good luck.
ha ha 'good luck' he thinks to himself. if I had luck I would be in this predicament right now.
'I'm coming!' he says in a happy falsetto, as he slides the chamber back and walks to the door.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH ;D
how many times a day Flex's phone must go off signaling he has a text message and he looks at it, sees who it's from and goes FUCK
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hahahaha @ strains unnaturally to contain the bulk of his midsection hahaha
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Omg I'm fucking dieing over here
Best part is, you know "limpy" mcBlank shot is furiously reading all these posts while putting all his computer expertise to use, crafting a forum that'll put getbig to shame...oh wait he's already done that... 3 times over ;D
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lol, great GetBig thread right here!!! ;D
btw, F*ck Alice23
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i have the utmost respect for women
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*ding dong*
flexington hits the mute button on the tv, getting up slowly from the couch and walking silently across the floor to the window. he's been watching the clock for over an hour now, the minutes passing by far to quickly. like a man on death row, he knows his fate and it's at his door.
'hey! open up! it's me! I brought nasser!' he hears from outside.
slowly inching the curtain away from the sill to peer at the unwelcomed guest, he wonders how the fuck he ever came to be in this situation.
'hey! I know your in there! open up the bucket of chicken is getting cold!' says Alex, his brother-in-law, half eaten drumstick in hand, grease dripping down his 3 chins onto a stained polo shirt that strains unnaturally to contain the bulk of his midsection.
'fuck' he mutters to himself and hangs his head. i knew I should have put the car in the garage, or better yet killed the fat retard 3 years ago. he didn't know it would turn out like this. padding back across the floor he stops in front of the desk where he keeps the 45. loaded with hollowpoints with one in the chamber for good luck.
ha ha 'good luck' he thinks to himself. if I had luck I would be in this predicament right now.
'I'm coming!' he says in a happy falsetto, as he slides the chamber back and walks to the door.
Game over! tubby mcblank will never recover like his sperm count.
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Omg I'm fucking dieing over here
Best part is, you know "limpy" mcBlank shot is furiously reading all these posts while putting all his computer expertise to use, crafting a forum that'll put getbig to shame...oh wait he's already done that... 3 times over ;D
wait, are you trying to tell us that BroSki and Beta-male forums didn't work out? :( :'(