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XDDD Ouuuch.
I think Ally won Low Tier with Falcon. Not sure, though.
I think Ally won Low Tier with Falcon. Not sure, though.
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Every singles match, I was either Falco or DK, except for one time where I used ROB (and failed). DK did really well and I will definitely keep using him!Did you go DK?
(Also, for anyone who plays sf4 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VY1wLjgopNk&feature=related )
First, never apologize for winning! It's a competitive game so beating your friends/citymates is going to happen eventually. Anyways, I wouldn't say it was you that 'kept me out'; I definitely had other chances to get a win. My matches against Joel were all close (had him on his last stock at >100% both games so I had a decent chanve there).Yeah D: I feel really bad. The past two tourneys it's been me that's been keeping you out of brackets :/
Although, to justify, I was actually fighting for 3rd in pools. The last match: Pit VS D3 @ Delfino decided 3rd and 4th.
EDIT: XD Epic find, Ariel.
At high school grad trip, and Dave can attest to this as he was present, our mutual friend, Jacob, who to put it bluntly is, well, the Barney to our Ted and Marshall, as it were, (I so hope somebody gets that reference, and in retrospect, this wasn't putting it blunt at all) decided to order the triple quarter pounder. Yeah, they had a TRIPLE quarter pounder, 3/4's of a pound. Who knew?
Sweet, Mike's secret is out! I'll be testing this tomorrow I'll let you know how it goes!Moral: Killing yourself via mass ingestion gets chicks.
That was an awesome story Mike, haha.Moral: Killing yourself via mass ingestion gets chicks.
No I think ive replaced smash with my training for now, atleast until I dont have 3 jobs to manage. Im still down for the occasional get together and what not.So are you finally coming back then?
Should have gone for 7 pizza's, a bottle of pop, and a box of cinnabunsAt high school grad trip, and Dave can attest to this as he was present, our mutual friend, Jacob, who to put it bluntly is, well, the Barney to our Ted and Marshall, as it were, (I so hope somebody gets that reference, and in retrospect, this wasn't putting it blunt at all) decided to order the triple quarter pounder. Yeah, they had a TRIPLE quarter pounder, 3/4's of a pound. Who knew?
Now, foolishly, they also had a sign that said "double your meat for $0.99." Not "add an extra patty" as I'm fairly certain the sign says now, but double your meat. Jacob is not one to back down from a challenge, much to most of my crew's entertainment, and occasionally, regret. Now, much akin to the link above, the minimum wage grunt working the cash register was quick to protest. It was all "We can't do it because it destroys our profit margins" this, and "I'm pretty sure this will kill you" that. After an arduous battle with management that ended up involving me and my grasp of the law (story for another day, folks) we "convinced" management that it would be in their best interest to serve him the burger less their advertising be accused of falsifications. (I hear that's pretty serious, lawl). For spite he also added bacon and cheese, essentially the sole purpose of that was just to assure that this behemoth of cow carcass would truly reign as the king of burgers in the inevitable case of Mad Max anarchical society. . . Based on burgers. Okay, it's not a perfect metaphor, but that burger was *****in'. It truly deserved the title of "Burger King." All it needed was a crown, a cape, and a defibrillator.
So, burger recap time: For those who aren't math inclined, that's 6 patties at a quarter pound each. Not only is it 6 patties, it's a pound and a half of grease soaked beef and bacon combo meal. The comedy of the situation? We were going to Wonderland and were only a few hours away. By the time we had reached Wonderland the bun had evaporated. That's right. The bun. Evaporated. It became so logged in grease it just disappeared. The toppings were also gone. He didn't eat them specifically, or anything, they disappeared unto the void. At this point we began wondering if the burger was sentient, and consuming whatever it could find, be it the bun, toppings, or Jacob's stomach lining and dignity. The grease had also started hardening into a vaguely crystal-like form. Although I'm sure it could fetch a handsome price on the open market, being almost assuredly the world's first burger diamond, he pushed on like a champ.
Long story short, he finished that burger like a man. And then, also like a man, he threw up violently for a considerable period of time and couldn't ride any rides for the duration of our trip. But I think we hit on some chicks at the Water park so it was a sweet trip.
Moral: Killing yourself via mass ingestion gets chicks.
We know what record Randy is going to try and beat next McD's trip.
As in, physical training?No I think ive replaced smash with my training for now, atleast until I dont have 3 jobs to manage. Im still down for the occasional get together and what not.
To Dominion and back round 2 time?No I think ive replaced smash with my training for now, atleast until I dont have 3 jobs to manage. Im still down for the occasional get together and what not.