1. Lemar has been incredible for me. Also packed Mbappe untradeable, he finishes literally everything. Tchoumeni feels like prime Bakayoko.

  2. I see random low level mons in Master Balls in the Wonder Box all the time. No idea why.

  3. Drop Protect for Shadow Claw on Groudon. AV prevents you from using Status moves, so you can't use Protect

  4. Trick room is to cancel out opponents TRs in case they are set, bc I can’t trust just Persian and Grimm to stop TRs

  5. I’m new to the competitive scene, but I don’t understand how shedinja counters zacian, even with good support

  6. Congrats but I cannot find a way to get the gen 6 and 7 legendaries, they are all I need. I didn’t do the events for them 😔

  7. That benzema sure. That rodrygo aswell. But everything else will live till fifa 23.

  8. Yeah, you hear all these stories of these people and school shooters and such, and see their friends be just as shocked as everyone else. It's honestly pretty sad.

  9. Yea, but thankfully he won’t be anywhere near a school for 25 years if he even lives that long

  10. Infinite cum. You sit on the toilet to jack off, but you begin to cum uncontrollably. After ten spurts you start to worry. Your hand is sticky and it reeks of semen. You desperately shove your dick into a wad of toilet paper, but that only makes your balls hurt. The cum accelerates. It’s been three minutes. You can’t stop cumming. Your bathroom floor is covered in a thin layer of baby fluid. You try to cum into the shower drain but it builds up too fast. You try the toilet. The cum is too thick to be flushed. You lock the bathroom door to prevent the cum from escaping. The air grows hot and humid from the cum. The cum accelerates. You slip and fall in your own sperm. The cum is now six inches deep, almost as long as your still-erect semen hose. Sprawled on your back, you begin to cum all over the ceiling. Globs of the sticky white fluid begin to fall like raindrops, giving you a facial with your own cum. The cum accelerates. You struggle to stand as the force of the cum begins to propel you backwards as if you were on a bukkake themed slip-and-slide. Still on your knees, the cum is now at chin height. To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. The deluge of man juice reminds you of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with cum instead of molasses. The cum accelerates. It’s been two hours. Your children and wife scream in terror as their bodies are engulfed by the snow-white sludge. Your youngest child goes under, with viscous bubbles and muffled cries rising from the goop. You plead to God to end your suffering. The cum accelerates. You squeeze your dick to stop the cum, but it begins to leak out of your asshole instead. You let go. The force of the cum tears your urethra open, leaving only a gaping hole in your crotch that spews semen. Your body picks up speed as it slides backwards along the cum. You smash through the wall, hurtling into the sky at thirty miles an hour. From a bird’s eye view you see your house is completely white. Your neighbor calls the cops. The cum accelerates. As you continue to ascend, you spot police cars racing towards your house. The cops pull out their guns and take aim, but stray loads of cum hit them in the eyes, blinding them. The cum accelerates. You are now at an altitude of 1000 feet. The SWAT team arrives. Military helicopters circle you. Hundreds of bullets pierce your body at once, yet you stay conscious. Your testicles have now grown into a substitute brain. The cum accelerates. It has been two days. With your body now destroyed, the cum begins to spray in all directions. You break the sound barrier. The government deploys fighter jets to chase you down, but the impact of your cum sends one plane crashing to the ground. The government decides to let you leave the earth. You feel your gonads start to burn up as you reach the edges of the atmosphere. You narrowly miss the ISS, giving it a new white paint job as you fly past. Physicists struggle to calculate your erratic trajectory. The cum accelerates. The cum begins to gravitate towards itself, forming a comet trail of semen. Astronomers begin calling you the “Cummet.” You are stuck in space forever, stripped of your body and senses, forced to endure an eternity of cumshots. Eventually, you stop thinking.

  11. but seriously if you support a club based off of the club you're parents supports then you're an idiot, or your parents are idiots for forcing a kid to like what they like. I find it kind of disgusting seeing parents be so forceful in pushing their football club onto their kids when if it was most other hobbies it would be seen as unhealthy parenting.

  12. I agree with this. I am Penaldo’s son, but a man named Bruno Penandes told me that Ronaldo was a pen merchant, and to cheer for Pessi. I am now a big fan of PSG legend Lionel Pessi!

  13. In the Charlotte area then Independence is likely the club you want to join. They are a large club that feeds directly into a USL team. Another option might be Charlotte FC Academy since the MLS team is coming to the area soon, although it is more realistic to work your way up the ranks of Independence if you are not already a standout player. There are also training facilities like OwnTouch (soccer-specific) or Jet Performance Lab (speed and strength training) where you can supplement your training - although you can do much of this at home as well.

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