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11-22-2018, 09:18 PM
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Nerds playing EQ on Thanksgiving
Last year some guy came into EC to yell at the vendors in the tunnel for being "nerds" who have no life playing EQ on Christmas day. I feel fortunate this didn't happen on Thanksgiving.
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11-22-2018, 09:33 PM
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Jokes on him sitting in the tunnel isnt “playing” anything
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11-23-2018, 12:34 AM
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11-23-2018, 12:49 AM
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11-23-2018, 01:22 AM
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Meh, it’s your life. Do whatever the heck you want with it. Spend time with family, play games, whatever floats your boat.
I spent the day with family and enjoyed every bit of it, but I don’t look down on anyone who enjoyed their elf pixels at all either. This is a global server, not everyone is American and celebrates Thanksgiving [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]
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11-23-2018, 05:18 AM
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You insensitive bar steward, some of us are yet to break free of the shackles of the European Monarchic Autocracies of the Old World.
Also hi to my cousin subjects in the glorified beaver fur trading company that America calls it's hat. GSTQ. | ||
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11-23-2018, 05:26 AM
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The only reason why I play on Thanksgiving is because the many years of built up cheeto dust on my chair has melted and resolidified, causing me to adhere to my chair. It creates a perfect seal, which allows me to poop my pants for warmth while keeping everything else clean.
I also chained my ankle to my desk after that one year my family broke down my door after I refused to answer my phone. Can you believe they tried to drag me outside? My fat also pours over the sides of my armrests, locking me in tightly, so I couldn't even move if I wanted to. Occasionally I'll see a rat crawl over the top of my soda can mountain and I'll snatch it for a quick snack. So you could say I had Thanksgiving dinner. | ||
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