No I mean this win *pulls win out of my pockets*
Well in this region, you people call it fake. But in my region, it's a real genuine down to earth legitimate win.
Cause it's over here with me now. Say good night!
Good morning y'all! It's time to get up...go to work! Work at winning that is.
Not a beasties fan then. Automatically disqualifies you for the win.
I was gonna start a first person to post loses thread... but realized i have less chance of winniing that than this one.
You're far too pointy to win. You need to be round and unassuming. See - my avatar (it's pretty acurate to real life).
No one is more round than me so I win.
I have 2 of you. I win.
I made my chicken eat the dumplings, then I stuffed a turkey with it and some duck. Turduckumpen. I win.
One thing I can always taste is winning, and it tastes good. I'm tasting it right now. Can you see me tasting it? Because I am. Tasting. My win that is.
Your win is delicious so good in fact i'm stealing it so its my win now and my pointyness will stab your hands if you try to take it back. Nomnomnom good win!
huzzah
Long time Spanky! You've gotten rusty and I've taken the win again.
Bah, puny eyeball. Mark Smash! Mark Win! (purple pants)
Then again, people without an avatar can't win, either...
Nice try, but I think I'll keep it.
It doesn't say "fastest" to post wins. The last will be first...
Feel the pain CJ.
You've been tried Gran...and found wanting. Win: Hoover.
Winners don't try Yoda agrees with me making it my win.
Amen to that, brother.
Bogie slides in for the win.
Mark punts the talking soccer ball for the win!
Mark stubbed his toe and has to be sidelined.
I came off the sidelines...and blindsided you! Morrisete level irony...
Bertious shows off his new talent as a Win Ninja!
However, being new to the game, he overshoots the target... and fails.
Making me overshoot is mean! So mean in fact i will use my super secret weapon and contract my Win Ninja art into that of a Winja...
... and cry.
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Wife 3 cupped the hard steel of her friend. She waited
for her husband Mitt to step out first, as he always did,
and giggled as an adrenaline surge tickle her lower stomach....
"Now press the butt of the gun firmly to your shoulder," said Amy's
mother. "Be ready to roll with the recoil, and don't let it unbalance you.""Yes, Mom. I know Mom," Amy said rolling her eyes.
A clay pigeon ratcheted out of the heavy spring throwing arm. Amy watched
it rise into the sky and in her minds eye traced its arcing path forward.
Without thinking now, she gently exhaled and yawed the barrel of her
shot gun in a smooth motion. The front aiming pip, fastened on top
of the front barrel, moved gracefully just beneath the arcing pigeon.
Squeeze. BAM!She loved rolling with the recoil. She was too young yet to understand
the thrust of a lover's body, but instinctively she craved that kick."Nice shot, honey!"
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Mitt stepped. Something looked odd.
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No one is paying attention to story time. Win.
Thanks for holding my place on the winner's podium.
Lovely, the win is still here in my pocket. Don't ask how it got there, I'm a flipping Ninja! ... Dragon!
Actually, you're banned.