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Hey I'm walking 40 min to goYikes lol. Bit too far of a drive for a $3 tourney. Is the one tomorrow the same?
Correct. If you'd like though, willing to cover your venue for the Provo since I'd laugh at people getting whomped by another "invader" XDYikes lol. Bit too far of a drive for a $3 tourney. Is the one tomorrow the same?
Do i count as "another invader" cuz i mean as far as im seeing your all terrified to come play me so....Correct. If you'd like though, willing to cover your venue for the Provo since I'd laugh at people getting whomped by another "invader" XD
shots fired from @ Jekyll ?! awesome!On a similar note, all Nortah fast-fallers should DEFINITELY make it their business to come try to grind out this Luigi matchup, lest ye want to continue getting bopped.
i will put in $2 for each entrant (making it so that it would be like a $5 tourney buy-in) if you come! utah needs more experienced getting wrecked ;-)!Yikes lol. Bit too far of a drive for a $3 tourney. Is the one tomorrow the same?
ya, you can pay with card at the provo weeklies.Can you pay with a card to enter the provo weekllies?
yep, i'll totally do it. you can hold me to it!If you actually mean that I'll come lol.
The sewer rat foxes of nortah will rise. You'll see you silly Luigi main.Having to play fewer opponents is the main benefit of having a higher seed. Having a lower seed means that you most likely won't get a bye and you're more likely to drop into the (longer) loser's bracket earlier in the tournament. Sure, you'll end up playing more high-seeded opponents, but that's only because you end up playing more opponents in general.
Anyone who thinks they're legitimately mis-seeded needs to make it their business to show up to more events. If you're consistently beating higher-seeded opponents, then you'll earn a higher seed and an easier tournament. You're only going to climb in the ratings by beating people above you, and the more you events you attend, the more chances you have to do that.
On a similar note, all Nortah fast-fallers should DEFINITELY make it their business to come try to grind out this Luigi matchup, lest ye want to continue getting bopped.
I'll be on my way home from evo on monday so I don't think I'll be able to make it. Next time though.Omg hello pumpinz if you could attend as well i think it would really bring tourney attendance from nortah up. id be honored to play you.
same. sorry bruvI'll be on my way home from evo on monday so I don't think I'll be able to make it. Next time though.
Your tourney isn't on that great of a date for most people sadlySo thats a no? it goes till 11 i mean its cool but if you could try to make it... thanks!
You should prolly post this in the facebook thread. Also, do you have an fb page for it?Hey guys!! im lookng forward to meeting you all!!! im here to remind everyone about SAM1 next monday!!! if you CANcome im lmost begging you to do so. we have a well sized venue and setups. here is a link to the official tourney page. PLEASE rsvp and tell me your likely hood of coming! i plan on making this the "big" monthly of utah state and hopefully grow it to the biggest southwest tourney.
We will possibly have a stream going as well as typical double elimination challonge bracket. i cant wait to see and learn and hear form all of you! thanks!! if theres any questions you can reach me here, or at me cell (801 358 8378) or my email okaypssb@gmail.com thanks!
!http://smashboards.com/threads/jul-...tain-1-american-fork-ut.409486/#post-19630741
I will money match you so much if you comeYikes lol. Bit too far of a drive for a $3 tourney. Is the one tomorrow the same?
Yeah I'm downI will money match you so much if you come
I can't. I just can't.Don't Shave That Hair!!!
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble ****ting.
No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my butt-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my buttcheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.
I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.
I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my butt of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My butt was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.
Little did I know.
I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two buttcheaks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.
Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic poo- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky ****/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.
Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my butt off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering ****/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my butt cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own **** blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."
Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my butt at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for butt-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my buttcheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.
As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your butt having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contem
Personally, I feel like the Civil Rights movement would have been a better time be alive because I could partake in the most important social movement in the history of the United States, and at the same time learned more about the capacities of both love and hatred of the human race. I could have shaped the course through history via nonviolent protests as well as art and culture, and could have possibly collaborated with some of the greatest thinkers in the history of the United States. Not only would I have left my mark on history, but I would have learned so much about myself as well.Don't Shave That Hair!!!
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble ****ting.
plate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.Don't Shave That Hair!!!
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble ****ting.
No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my butt-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my buttcheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.
I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.
I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my butt of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My butt was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.
Little did I know.
I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two buttcheaks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.
Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic poo- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky ****/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.
Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my butt off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering ****/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my butt cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own **** blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."
Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my butt at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for butt-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my buttcheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.
As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your butt having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contem
Called it rofl.Get ready to be underwhelmed as I get 5th at everything.