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Okay, who the fuck voted unsportsman-like? Teabagging is simply part of the game, bish.

teabagging has become second nature to me. i can't not teabag.

im sure you are always the one that gets teabagged

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noooo. well, sometimes.....but I teabag a lot too!

:x

tsk tsk....

You all disappoint me

:? Oh so vague.

I take it you are a non-teabagger? Care to add to the conversation by explaining why?

Well, I had a friend once. His name was Tim. Tim and I used to do everything together. When we were growing up we were like brothers. It all ended that one moment...

It was no secret that Tim was really shit at Halo. We used to give him crap about it all the time. Much like how we used to give him crap when we played Football in school cause he sucked at that too. But Tim was always strong, and a great sport. Let it roll right off him he did.

It was a long LAN game of capture the flag that had gone on for a good eight or nine hours already. The stalemate had been blamed many times by Tim's team upon Tim, due largely to the fact that he had been playing really ugly tonight... I mean bulldog licking piss of a nettle ugly. He'd always sucked balls, but this took the biscuit. Even Joe, who had been on the phone to his g/f in VA for three quarters of the game and only been playing with one hand had double Tim's score. Tim had been taking the criticism very well. Headshot after headshot he went down, all the time laughing as much as the person who pegged him.

Then one little skirmish brought me face to face with him, or rather my face to Tim's arse. I of course pistol whipped the back of his skull as one should always do in this predicament. "Oooo!" I yelled through a bout of fierce laughter. Tim thought this was funny too, so I took it to the next step. I clicked the thumb stick in, one, two, three times...

I don't remember the fourth...

I awoke about eighteen hours later, in a ditch about half a mile from Tim's apartment with an xbox shaped bruise on my forehead and a bad, sour taste in the back of my throat. I found it really hard to stand and even harder to walk, but I scuttled as quickly as I could back to Tim's house, wanting to apologize for not excusing his newbness.

When I got there all that remained was a charred ruin of an apartment block. On the floor outside lay the burned, dismembered and, in some extreme cases, violated bodies... Mike, Dave, Brian, Max, Joe, Joe's g/f... They were all there. Tim on the other hand was never seen again...

Think about that next time you're trying to taunt your best friend for being a newb. It could change your life forever...

OMFG you are awesome. THANK YOU for the entertaining read. I am, however, sorry to hear about your teabagging misfortunes. I weep for you. I really do.

holy shit

was that story true? without sounding totally dumb lol

and.. what was that "sour" taste in the back of your throat hahaha

i wonder how long it took him to think of that

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