Message from @sc_human
Discord ID: 230921165244203008
lol
beautiful
how old are you?
Me?
That's a secret
yea
im 10
Oh
or am I?
https://twitter.com/i/videos/769967037611446272?embed_source=facebook
^ **MCCHICKEN VIDEO, WATCH OUT
https://twitter.com/i/videos/769967037611446272?embed_source=facebook
^ **MCCHICKEN VIDEO, WATCH OUT
THANK YOU CRIME TIME, I NEEDED THAT PHOTO
Some quality photos in this discord lol.
I need to draw again but I suck
Why do I feel like it's constantly like American Psycho at Crime Times house? 😂😂😂
I like how reps in voice chat but has himself and sound muted lol
According to all known laws
of aviation,
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
The bee, of course, flies anyway
because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.
Barry! Breakfast is ready!
Ooming!
Hang on a second.
Hello?
- Barry?
- Adam?
- Oan you believe this is happening?
- I can't. I'll pick you up.
Looking sharp.
Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.
Sorry. I'm excited.
Here's the graduate.
We're very proud of you, son.
A perfect report card, all B's.
Very proud.
Ma! I got a thing going here.
- You got lint on your fuzz.
- Ow! That's me!
- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
- Bye!
Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!
- Hey, Adam.
- Hey, Barry.
- Is that fuzz gel?
- A little. Special day, graduation.
Never thought I'd make it.
Three days grade school,
three days high school.
Those were awkward.
Three days college. I'm glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
You did come back different.
- Hi, Barry.
- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
- Hear about Frankie?
- Yeah.
- You going to the funeral?
- No, I'm not going.
Everybody knows,
sting someone, you die.
Don't waste it on a squirrel.
Such a hothead.
I guess he could have
just gotten out of the way.
I love this incorporating
an amusement park into our day.
That's why we don't need vacations.
Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
under the circumstances.
- Well, Adam, today we are men.
- We are!
- Bee-men.
- Amen!
Hallelujah!
Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of...
...9:15.
😩
its to much reading
...night
GOODNIGHT!
I'm algeric to death
Boom
Charles spat on the floor, he rolled back onto his back as he huffed deeply. Blood ran down his forehead and arms as Jade threatened his throat with a dagger. "Go ahead, I know how your little scene will end." He said with a calm yet grunted tone.
I'm white and female and 20
wow im ur husband now
ok cool
Jesse Mccree was pulled by his collar out of the dregs of Deadlock, lip bleeding, eye black and blue and swearing on his dead father's grave that he'll take down Gabriel Reyes himself. Three years have passed and every single day he becomes a bigger thorn in Gabriel's side, and an even bigger asset to his team—and his everyday life
But when Overwatch and Blackwatch begin to crumble and Gabriel's life is in danger, he realizes there's nothing left to do but run.
And he knows Jesse Mccree will follow right behind.
Jesse McCree didn’t understand many things about his own life. He didn’t understand how a fella like him stayed alive as long as he had. He didn’t understand how he didn’t have lung cancer yet. He still wasn’t all that sure how he ended up in an organization built for heroes. And he certainly didn’t understand what he could have done to deserve standing in Range 1 while two grown Japanese men were doing what could only be described as snickering behind his back. In front of him.
Well, he couldn’t think of what he could have done to deserve it recently.
When Gabriel took his dog, Jesse out for a walk, he wasn’t expecting the big dumb puffball to go around chasing the tail of a haughty foreign bred dog. He also didn’t expect that along the way, Gabriel Reyes, ex Spec Ops commander, honorably dischaged due to various life threatening injuries and proud owner of twin Shotguns with badass names like Reaper and Death Blossoms, will be attracted to a greying man in pink polo shirt and reading glasses with red lenses who brings both mundanity and excitement back to his empty, non-military life.
In which man is annoyed stupid pet dog falls in love with another dog, also falls in love in process with dog’s unexpectedly hot but dorky owner.
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