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Your Mother's Lover   Great Barrier Island, New Zealand
 
 
You owned a car for 4 years. You named it Brad. You loved Brad. And then you totaled him. You two had been through everything together. 2 boyfriends, 3 jobs, nothing could replace Brad. Then Liberty Mutual calls, and you break into your happy dance.


Insane Fact You Need to Know!
I’m going to say it although I might get roasted for it but bananas are an overrated source of potassium. The real MVP is the Soy Bean, coming in at an impressive 1797 mg of potassium per 100g, easily dwarfing the banana at a measly 422 mg of potassium. Lots of fresh fruits and vegetables are better sources of potassium than the banana, including broccoli, orange juice, spinach, and beans, but for some reason the banana takes all the underserved credit.
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sogbred 10 Aug @ 10:16am 
+rep top ten silliest gooses :toastsmile:
#1PlayboiCartiFan14 16 Jul @ 9:59pm 
the dude below me is a fluffing loser :sob: :skull: PLOOPY
s3phyr 11 Jul @ 10:58pm 
-rep depressed cs player didnt finish game should just tie the noose already </3
The Yuss 5 May @ 2:48am 
There is a small island in the Himalayan Sea called Malderiki, upon which I own a large mansion. Every year after the first rain, the Newport Beach Wine Society (of which I am a member) gathers at my mansion to watch the island's natives grovel in the mud as their pathetic straw dwellings are ripped apart by the rising waters. On this island there is also a fish, called a Piranha Giganticus. Coinciding with the first rain, this fish swims into the flooded island and begins to feed on the older and weaker natives of Malderiki. Unable to defend themselves from the killer fish and utterly helpless, the natives make their way to my mansion in makeshift canoes. At this point, the Newport Beach Wine Society opens a bottle of pre-revolution French Chardonnay, dated no later than 1760, and places wagers on which native will be the first to reach the high ground of my sprawling lawn.
The Yuss 5 May @ 2:47am 
Once the fish has fed and returned to the Sea, there are typically a handful of natives left on my lawn, at which point we activate the electric fence and release the crocodiles. Last year, during the crocodile feeding, a tiny speck of native flesh was flung from the lawn up to the balcony where the Newport Beach Wine Society was gathered and landed on my shoe. I retrieved the piece of flesh and placed it in my mouth, washing it down with a glass of Moldovan Pino Griggio. Right now, YOU are that piece of flesh.
Swaunki 18 Apr @ 10:04pm 
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