Zaphod Beeblebrox the DCLXVI

I much prefer cocoa butter or almond butter over peanut butter. Peanuts are terrible

Ideally, an off-shore oil rig and a server setup to go along with a chopper or plane and the highest end gaming rig on the market; And no, this is in no way suspicious as a request as it may appear...

Force a nature- overused and generally a last stand weapon, that's to say it's not a terrible weapon, but, there are better scout primaries.

Was wondering if there could be bots added to the serious game-play server when the player-count is low (below 5 players). Also could be neat to add an additional Lmaobox detector to the server as to reduce cheating overall.

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Is it the items, the thrill of chance, the narration or message left by the creator; a question that eludes my mind due to the vastly differing styles of raffles. So I ask you, dear viewer, what makes a great or successful raffle?

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An exert from my latest short story (unfinished): Herman, a youthful fellow with little foresight, wanders into the dampened depths of the sea labs. His phone vibrates furiously, it was his father, Master Quinn, a man of high ambitions and authority, for he was ranked first in the global economist magazine “the charge”. Herman picks up the phone, sighing as he declares “what is it father? I am quite busy at the moment, scouting out for “ideas”.” He throws the phone into his holster, slowly walking towards sector vena of the sea labs. Meanwhile, Master Quinn awaits his “package” as I, the humble servant, tend to cleaning this magnificent manor of scientific discovery. Master Quinn walks in a drunken stupor, commenting on how much he despises Herman’s antics, acts that violate the federal law. I approach Master Quinn, asking if he requires anything, but I only get the reply of “quiet servant, can't you see I am in a state of ecstasy?” Master Quinn now paces around his entryway, expecting his delivery to arrive, but to no avail. I decide to call our “retailer”, a businessman by the name of Anderson, the CEO of Globexen Industries. Mr. Anderson finally replies to our call, mentioning how the shipment was lost at the naval base, “sea labs”, in the middle of the Atlantic. Now back to Herman, it had been 5 hours since his last ration was consumed and his hopes were decreasing rapidly. According to common rumors on the IRS feed, “seas of liberty”, the sea lab cafeteria lies within sector vena. And so, Herman continues to explore the cavernous and abandoned labs, noting the strange creatures, with human-like appearances, floating outside in the ocean. Suddenly, gunfire ensues and Herman clenches his bag, a leather coated satchel with a self-encoding lock attached, running towards the vena labs as the chambers behind him collapse under Poseidon’s mighty wrath. Narrowly he escapes, closing the airlock behind him, checking his phone to see 35 new messages, 10 of which are from Master Quinn. Again, Master Quinn calls his son, this time yelling angrily and cursing vulgarly, accusing him of not paying the shipping fees, 27 USD, to Globexen Industries.

Wii U

Not yet, still needs to secure the realm of Marketplace.tf, for it is still in beta.

Granted, but your parts won't fit inside any case. I wish for nothing.

Banned for having seen this text, next time pay attention to some other text.

I'm addicted to playing Deus Ex. Thanks Obama (a bit ironic given the theme of the game to make a joke about the governmental systems in America.)

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soulless corpse