ain't no spring break in college

New hero looks cool but I'm shocked it's not Doomfist.

Jeff Kaplan already said the 24th hero isn't who we think it is.

Quote from: 🇻🇪🇱🇴🇽 on March 10, 2017, 03:10:55 PM

Quote from: True Turquoise on March 10, 2017, 01:06:40 PM

aren't you still underage?

unfortunately not

oh

Hold up I just realized that the vegetarian you killed has lasted you six weeks.

it's lean meat so it doesn't spoil easily

6.5in length 5in circumference

dam we're pretty even

oh, im actually a little over 2 weeks into a vegetarian diet out of a month. its been a bit hell since im missing chicken on the daily. hows it going for you?

Fairly good. I miss chicken too, and salmon. I discovered this soybean based protein called "Oumph!", it's kind of like chicken. I think it's only on the Swedish market though.

http://oumph.se/en/

bout 6.5" in length and 5.5"  in circumference

Hard to believe it's been six weeks since you died.

I know right, I should write a book about the afterlife.

Is that a bad thing?

Quote from: 🇻🇪🇱🇴🇽 on March 09, 2017, 10:58:58 AM

You look like Michael J. Fox.

That depends. You chicken?

As I said, I have a grumpy/angry look even when I'm neutral. Behold and be warned, the ugly warlock face of Ian!

Warning: Hideousness

You look like Michael J. Fox.

I have this fantasy where we start talking at the Vanity Fair Oscars party bar.
We exchange a few pleasantries. She asks what I do. I say I loved her in New Girl. She laughs. I get my drink.
"Well, see ya," I say and walk away. I've got her attention now.
How many guys voluntarily leave a conversation with Nathalie Portman?
She touches her neck as she watches me leave.
Later, as the night's dragged on and the coterie of gorgeous narcissists grows increasingly loose,
she finds me on the balcony, my bowtie undone, smoking a cigarette.
"Got a spare?" she asks.
"What's in it for me?" I say as I hand her one of my little white ladies. She smiles.
"Conversation with me, duh."
I laugh.
"What's so funny?" she protests.
"Nothing, nothing... It's just... don't you grow tired of the egos?"
"You get used to it," she says, lighting her cigarette and handing me back the lighter.
"What would you do if you weren't an actress?" I ask.
"Teaching, I think."
"And if I was your student, what would I be learning?"
"Discipline," she says quickly, looking up into my eyes, before changing the subject. "Where are you from?"
"Bermuda," I say.
"Oh wow. That's lovely."
"It's ok," I admit. "Not everything is to my liking."
"What could possibly be not to your liking in Bermuda?" she inquires.
"I don't like sand," I tell her. "It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere."

Yeah, this is pretty viny

If Vine were still a thing I'm sure you'd get some action

Thanks man

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