All hope seemed lost ... enemy team barreling at our nexus, all 5 of us staring at greyscreens with too long death timers
In a final desperation attempt, my duo pulls back her arm, takes a breath to concentrate and then launches the ultimate hail marry
/All End if straight.
O naší životní úrovni rozhodly generace a generace našich prarodičů, který dřeli a umírali pro dnešní prosperitu, ty píčo tupá.
O tvojí prosperitě rozhodlo štěstí v podobě tvejch rodičů, který sem imigrovali, ale na budování tý prosperity se nijak nepodíleli.
Šoupej nohama a
I saw this video this morning on my feed and I think it so eloquently explains what Charlie Kirk was put on this earth to do.
“When people stop talking, that’s when you get violence, that is when civil war happens”