Roast Battle! host: MOTOMIKE64

MOTOMIKE64 ok then

Your name has 64 because that’s the amount of consecutive hours you spend sweating on this unpopular online biking game all day

 

lol I use a vpn

 

Just traced your ip you're from australia

 

you could have looked at my forum profile

 

Nope

 

Yes

 

icattallthedark16 lol I just clicked on your profile and saw that you wrote "hangover I know your reading this" so funnny lol

 

You got the idea "off freaky"???

 

yeh that u no?

 

In
Daisy took her face in her hands as if feeling its lovely shape, and her eyes moved gradually out into the velvet dusk. I saw that turbulent emotions possessed her, so I asked what I thought would be some sedativesilent approval. The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today." And each visitor, though politeness prevented his showing impatience, left the old woman with a sense of relief at having performed a vexatious duty and did not return to her the whole evening.
The young Princess Bolkonskaya had brought some work in a gold-embroidered velvet bag. Her pretty little upper lip, on which a delicate dark down was just perceptible, was too short for her teeth, but it lifted all all stage upon which a single savagely bright pinspot illuminated . . . only her. So best to eradicate the phone, silence it, as she would silence him if she knew he had gotten even this far. Panic burst shrilly up in his mind, telling him that he had to get out of here and back into his room, hide the pills somewhere, return to his place by the window so that when she returned she would see no difference, no difference at all, and this time he agreed with the voice. He agreed wholeheartedly. He backed carefully away from the phone, and when he gained the room's one reasonably clear area, he began the laborious job of turning the wheelchair around, careful not to bump the occasional table as he did so. He had nearly finished the turn when he heard an approaching car and knew, simply knew it was her, returning from town.
He nearly fainted, in the grip of the greatest terror he had ever known, a terror that was filled with deep and unmanning guilt. He suddenly remembered the only incident in his life that came remotely close to this one in its desperate emotional quality. He had been twelve. It was summer vacation, his father working, his mother gone to spend the day in Boston with Mrs Kaspbrak from across the street. He had seen a pack of her cigarettes and had lit one of them. He smoked it enthusiastically,

 

Okay, take some English classes and just write my full name.

chill black guy

 

ok bye I have to go everyone

 

Why do you even play this game anyway

 

shut up ;all talk no show plus you're a lair

 

no but why doesn't Char BAN hangover in forums... he so f.u.cking anoyying no?

 

I know you think your cool but your acting like your five. You can’t say your in the army just to troll and threaten for fun. I know your just a bum who lives in your mom’s basement getting hungover cause damn you sound wasted. Nobody wants you here so you can fuc.k off you freaking scum. I’ve heard your words before it was back when I was little I didn’t know 21 year olds still watch Chicken little. I’m saying my farewell now your not worth my time but how about you buy a notebook write a real roast, get a mind.

 

hangover ye say you can tell where someone is from? Where am I from